George was so damned cute when she blushed. It was like the good-girl innocence and modesty bubbled up to the surface and spilled out. The pink flush in her cheeks and the brightness of her eyes was so sweet and appealing. It made Faith just want to eat her up.
(Oh yeah, I have got to get her and Daniel together,) Faith thought. She promised herself she would back off for a bit, however, so she did.
"I've heard that." It was true; Faith had heard that slow, lazy sex could be just as good as the energetic, frenzied wrestling matching that she liked to engage in. Faith hadn't tried it. She screwed like she lived, fast and hard, never slowing down because in her line of work, she couldn't afford to do so.
Briefly, Faith doubted herself. It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last. She wondered if she missed something by not trying to slow it down, take her life slowly, but Faith was such a creature of habit that she didn't know if it would be possible to do such a thing. Ever.
(Screw it,) Faith thought bitterly then shoved the self-doubt aside.
"I still like it rough and hard though," Faith waggled her eyebrows suggestively. Before George could get bent out of shape again, Faith looked away, watching the activity along the beach. "What we miss last night? Anything good? Anybody hook up?"
(Oh yeah, I have got to get her and Daniel together,) Faith thought. She promised herself she would back off for a bit, however, so she did.
"I've heard that." It was true; Faith had heard that slow, lazy sex could be just as good as the energetic, frenzied wrestling matching that she liked to engage in. Faith hadn't tried it. She screwed like she lived, fast and hard, never slowing down because in her line of work, she couldn't afford to do so.
Briefly, Faith doubted herself. It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last. She wondered if she missed something by not trying to slow it down, take her life slowly, but Faith was such a creature of habit that she didn't know if it would be possible to do such a thing. Ever.
(Screw it,) Faith thought bitterly then shoved the self-doubt aside.
"I still like it rough and hard though," Faith waggled her eyebrows suggestively. Before George could get bent out of shape again, Faith looked away, watching the activity along the beach. "What we miss last night? Anything good? Anybody hook up?"
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