His thumb
circled the milky pink areola of her erect nipple, smiling as she
moaned, fingernails digging into his back as he made love to her,
each second bringing them closer.
Beautiful.
He nibbled
her earlobe and she arched her back.
57. Still
got it.
Slowly,
slowly, he rocked them to orgasm, holding her as she came, sobbing.
“Oh
John, I love you, I love you.”
The minute
hand on the Disney Princess clock struck twelve.
He smiled
tenderly at her, stroked her cheek, brushed a strand of yellow hair
from her eyes.
“Happy
twelfth birthday my love.”
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