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[notsogroovy]

Continued from here.

Run us off to someone, you mean. [But she pulls him closer. She can wait. For now.]

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[begoingbald]

Erik groans and thrusts up into her, hands gripping her hips tight enough to bruise. The fact that she'd have his marks didn't bother him one bit.

Charles, however, raises a slight brow giving a wicked smirk. He could stop them both but instead he reaches into those pleasure receptors pressing against them enough that it would have the both of them orgasming over and over again. He was going to make the both of them lose concentration.


[ooc: Holy crap. LMAO I didn't realize we were on the 4th page already.]

[notsogroovy]

"Oh god." Her words are a whisper before the pleasure slams into her and she bucks against Erik. The pleasure doesn't stop, but hits her over and over and over again until she's not sure she can take it anymore and it keeps coming. She looks over blindly at where Charles should be. "Please..."