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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 3, 2014 23:27:17 GMT -5
Jake laughed and began undoing the buckle on his own pants, getting them off quickly.
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Post by Amiel on Nov 3, 2014 23:29:20 GMT -5
Amila bit his neck again, careful to avoid the bleeding marks.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 3, 2014 23:33:05 GMT -5
Jake smiled and ran his hands up Amila's back and down again.
(Does Amila wear any sort of binding on his chest or bras or anything?)
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Post by Amiel on Nov 3, 2014 23:34:36 GMT -5
Amila shivered and wagged his tail happily.
(Bras usually, since binding is uncomfortable really...)
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 3, 2014 23:37:05 GMT -5
(Gotcha)
Jake slowly ran his hands up Amil's back until he found fabric, which he immediately unclasped and slipped off his shoulders.
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Post by Amiel on Nov 3, 2014 23:39:11 GMT -5
Amila folded back his ears and blushed faintly, biting his neck harder.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 3, 2014 23:43:04 GMT -5
Jake chuckled and ran his hands along Amila's back, gently.
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Post by Amiel on Nov 3, 2014 23:43:50 GMT -5
Amila blushed and looked at him, "Your hands are cold..." he mumbled.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 3, 2014 23:48:20 GMT -5
"Maybe you can warm them up for me," he murmured, looking up at him.
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Post by Amiel on Nov 3, 2014 23:48:58 GMT -5
Amila blushed, "How?" he asked, innocently.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 3, 2014 23:53:05 GMT -5
Jake smirked at him. "You're a creative boy, surprise me," he murmured, seductively.
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Post by Amiel on Nov 3, 2014 23:55:02 GMT -5
Amila blushed heavily and buried his face in his neck again. "Don't do that... I don't know how to deal with that..." he squeaked.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 3, 2014 23:58:42 GMT -5
Jake smirked and held onto Amila's hips. "Then lay down and let me show you." he whispered in his ear.
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Post by Amiel on Nov 4, 2014 0:01:09 GMT -5
Amila blushed more and bit his lip. "What did I just tell you?" he mumbled.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 4, 2014 0:05:02 GMT -5
Jake smiled, "Okay then, I' ll just have to do it with you on top of me." He slippe his hands to the front of Amila's body and slowly ran them over his chest.
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