Strands of stickiness were pressed aside or followed her fingers until the globules and smears of whiteness turned into a glistening coating over her ...reasts.Every so often she'd bring one hand to her mouth and lick off the excess cum that clung there and as she did so her other hand would move faster and her fingers would slide firmly over her nipples, pressing them into her flesh from which they rebounded instantly."Oh fuck, this is hot, so bloody hot!" she panted as her hands slid around. ”He cradled her head in his hands, and stared into her eyes as he drove into her soft, warm body, slowing his thrusts so he could see her reaction to each one.“I’m going to breed you one day,” he said firmly, no doubt in his mind.Her pupils flared with arousal, and the heated look in her angular eyes turned gentle as she murmured, “Whenever you want, I’m yours.”They kissed again, but it was tender and passionate this time, and he could feel her heartfelt yearning as she responded to him. He. He would place his hands on that man's throat and he would press until he couldn't breathe anymore. While Georgia was speaking more and more ways of committing a murder crossed his mind.The waiting room of the hospital was empty. It was just the two of them sitting and whispering together as if they were afraid that Angela could hear them somehow."I wanted to thank you for coming here", she said and he shrugged. He couldn't tell her the truth that he was scared to death when he realized that. He says you’re the kind of guy who only wants to be loved, without giving anything back. But I don’t think that. I think you’re insecure and that I should love you more until you don’t feel like that at all. It’s just that ... It gets hard sometimes. So I just go talk to David, and while he doesn’t approve of my attitude towards the whole thing, he listens, and that’s something I need. God knows why he’s doing this for me, though. I guess it’s not his idea of fun to hear me complaining about.