Maybe it was the alcohol, but she couldn’t stop. Maggie tried to fumble with his shirt buttons but the man quickly tore it off his body with more efficiency than she could. Maggie smiled as he undressed; she had always found it peculiar that he wore clothing. Her warm, northern coat kept her warm and outside of metallic accessories the girl wore nothing. At the present moment she saw it more as a barrier to sweet pleasure more than anything else.
Soon enough he was as naked as she was and she could resume her roaming. She kissed him constantly, even as she moved her body to straddle him. She breathed heavily, then, teasing him with her proximity to his pelvic area. She went back to kissing him, moving down to his neck as she lowered herself onto him, exhaling with pleasure. Her hips rocked back and forth ever so slowly; she wanted this to be special, something that couldn't be rushed.
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