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The Master of Ceremonies ([personal profile] i_am_your_host) wrote in [personal profile] runningred 2016-06-13 06:27 am (UTC)

A rough purr rumbles in his throat when she settles on his lap.

He removes the mesh glove on his right hand, then slides both hands up her thighs, past the garters of her stockings under her skirts.

"Oh, you know," he murmurs, "perhaps just something to tide you over until you do get off."

Pun intended, of course.

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