Sleep with Jacob

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"I love you, Jacob. Please, hold me."  
"I love you, Jacob. Please, hold me."  
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He stands frozen for a long moment, then steps forward. His long fingers caress your naked body, light and graceful as they explore you. You reach down and unfasten his shorts, tossing them away. Your bodies lock, his strong and hard, yours small and soft. You writhe, entangling your legs in his, and grinding against his member.
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He stands frozen for a long moment, then steps forward. His long fingers caress your naked body, light and graceful as they explore you. For just a moment, he draws away, stripping off his clothes. Then he takes your hand and draws you down on the bed. Your bodies lock, his strong and hard, yours small and soft. You writhe, entangling your legs in his, and grinding against his member, as his hands slide through your hair and down your back.
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You giggle as he pins you against the pillow and untangles himself. Then, not entering you like you expect, he bends down over your warm-text-under-construction
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You giggle as he pins you against the pillow and untangles himself. Then, not entering you like you expect, he bends down over your warm pussy. You gasp, as his tongue lashes out again and again. Up and down, around and deep in your pussy, he strokes and tantalizes you. Then, with almost inhuman swiftness, he moves up, meeting you with a kiss as he drives two fingers into your pussy.
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You scream as you climax, and your passion whips up the wind around the room, chilling and buffets you with gusts and swirls of solid air. Your back arches, and you scream soundlessly, again and again, as the wind beats on Jacob and your bodies.
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Finally, the elements die down.

Revision as of 03:15, 18 September 2014

With a thought, you put both your families to sleep and lock the door. He hears the deadbolt click and looks at you, confused. You just smile and slip your short nightgown over your head, letting it fall on the bed in a white cotton puddle. He gasps, and jumps up. "Jacob...Jacob..." Your whisper forces him to meet your gaze, and you smile. "I love you, Jacob. Please, hold me."

He stands frozen for a long moment, then steps forward. His long fingers caress your naked body, light and graceful as they explore you. For just a moment, he draws away, stripping off his clothes. Then he takes your hand and draws you down on the bed. Your bodies lock, his strong and hard, yours small and soft. You writhe, entangling your legs in his, and grinding against his member, as his hands slide through your hair and down your back.

You giggle as he pins you against the pillow and untangles himself. Then, not entering you like you expect, he bends down over your warm pussy. You gasp, as his tongue lashes out again and again. Up and down, around and deep in your pussy, he strokes and tantalizes you. Then, with almost inhuman swiftness, he moves up, meeting you with a kiss as he drives two fingers into your pussy.

You scream as you climax, and your passion whips up the wind around the room, chilling and buffets you with gusts and swirls of solid air. Your back arches, and you scream soundlessly, again and again, as the wind beats on Jacob and your bodies.

Finally, the elements die down.

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