There was definitely something to hypervodka. He pulled back, hips still meeting Jack's arse and slapping even faster, his fingers digging into his hips as he worked it. Finally, his eyes closed, back arched, and he came, crying out, hands leaving bruises on Jack's skin.
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Date: 2007-01-03 04:04 am (UTC)