Because once you've pinned someone like this, your hands are busy, and men's pants don't unzip themselves. I do not know that this is true, but I know that the more marks you carried of mine, the less pliable to my will you became. One hand stayed on my leg, but the other hand moved up the line of my thigh. I licked his neck, a quick flick of tongue, and he gasped for me.
He tried to use his left arm again, and it moved, but he couldn't push with it. For lack of a better analogy, it's like being bitten by a snake. Yeah, he said. I saw his head coming forward, but the rest was lost to my sight.
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