She rises up, arching her back to help him free her of her top. There's a bit of wriggling and she leans back, shifting to straddle his hips as she rises to a seated position. She looks down at him, smiling as her hands roam his chest, tugging at the fabric.
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Date: 2009-04-08 03:22 am (UTC)"Come here, love. Come here to me."