They're standing outside in a corner because it's DC and it's cold this time of year and it almost looks like a hooker pick up, except not. It's not even roleplay, or at least he doesn't think it's roleplay, just more an instance of trying to have sex without being walked in by their various crazy family members or his. Each has their problems: Russia would try and kill him; France would try and watch or join in...and that isn't factoring in Belarusian stab wounds or the kind of carnage a drunk England could cause.
So that's why they're here in DC, braving the cold wind to meet up at a hotel which isn't quite five star, but not roach hotel either. It's more Econolodge, really. He'd spoil her, but she's perennially thrifty, and would probably freak out if she found out he'd dropped a couple thou to stay at some ritz hotel just so they could have some alone time.
She's standing there, looking a little nervous about it all. He thinks if anyone else tries to come near her, he'll punch them, because that's what heroes do. Lucky for them, they don't have to meet his fist today, because while some of them watch, no one comes. She's looking around, a little nervous, her coat pulled tight around her. She brightens when she sees him, her nervousness melts away.
"You ready, babe?"
He nods towards the place and she ducks in with him, readjusting the black beret she's wearing. He's got this weird feeling that the beret is France's work, and has this odd mental image of France and Canada giving her some kind of fabulous makeover while Poland does her hair.
He books the motel under the name Steve Rogers, because it's less conspicuous that Max Power and Chesty LaRue. Which he totally used last time. And It was awesome, by the way.
It's a ground floor room, so alas, no elevator quickies this time. They make their way down the hall, with rows and rows of rooms there. The carpet is this really boring beige color. Easy to clean, though. It takes him a second to get the door opened, but soon enough it is and they're in. The room is just as boring as the carpet, with one boring bed with a boring brown bedspread and a lot of boring brown carpet and ooh, a tv. He wishes there was a mini-bar, though. He always gets post-sex snack attacks and that means he'll actually have to put his pants on and go brave the streets of DC for Cheetos, when he'd rather just run naked to the kitchen and grab some snacks and beers.
But hey, it beats getting castrated by Belarus. She came really close to hitting her target with the throwing knives last time. As both Ukraine and him were rather fond of his penis being still attached to his body they started doing the hotel runs.
It's hot, really. They sneak out in separate cars, trains or subways and meet somewhere like it's some clandestine affair. And if they'd found out yet, they haven't broken in and tried to kill the post-sex mood with castrating, so it's all good.
When they're in, she opens her coat and bites her lips and reveals what she's been hiding: It's not fishnet and heels, but ribbons all wrapped around her breasts, like they're wrapped for a birthday present or something. She isn't wearing anything but shoes, coat and ribbons. She was probably seriously freezing out there, but maybe she's one of those winter loving crazies like his brother up there.
(He has to side with France on this one: winter is full of suck and fail.)
"Rope was scratchy..." She says in her thick accent. She looks down shyly. It just makes him want to kiss her, so he does, because that's how he works.
"This is awesome!" He says, and it is. There's red, white and blue lengths of ribbon tied around her breasts, They circle the base, and then are woven like a net like Japan's shibari. At the nipples there's some kind of star sticker or something pressed over. She looks shy as she reaches into her coat and brings out more ribbon, a whole spool of it, then two more to complete the set. He takes them, and she holds out her hands to be bound.
Ribbons 2/?
anonymous
September 26 2011, 19:27:46 UTC
"Are you sure?" He asks. "I mean, you've been in chains and all, and it wasn't the sexy kind..."
"Ah...yes. These are not rough, and I trust you," she says. Her cheeks are flushed a rosy red, and it's adorable.
He didn't even ask for this, in fact, but it's not like he minds that she went all this way It's like Christmas or his birthday even though it's just a cold November time which isn't either holiday. He is totally okay with impromptu not-birthday and not-Christmas gifts.
"But wait, you couldn't tie this yourself, it's too complex and stuff," America notes as he slips his thumb under one of the ribbons, rubbing his thumb over her sensitive nipples.
"Sister helped me... and I ah...promised her a marriage certificate to her for her help. I w-wasn't going to ask her, but she walked in. She does not know how to knock, so..."
"So she's done with the junk carving?" America asks.
"Apparently, she is too busy with Russia right now to try and hurt you at the moment," she says.
America grins. "And Russia will be running for a while and not interrupting us. Good call!"
She flushes, happy at his praise. He pulls out a Swiss Army knife and begins to work with the spool of ribbons to finish the effect. First her outstretched wrists, like an offering, tied up in a bow. He snips this and takes another length about her neck. She freezes, eyes wide.
"It's a necklace-like thingie, a ribbon choker-ma-bob," America says. She doesn't relax. "Does this bug you? Do you want me to stop?"
"No...it' s all right...please don't pull too hard, though," she says. Her voice trembles, and he pauses.
"I mean, we don't have to-"
"Please. This is my gift to you."
"Okay," America says. He makes sure the neck ribbon is extra loose. He doesn't tie her ankles because he wants them to be spread wide. Instead he just wraps ribbons about her legs, enjoying the look of his colors on her. He traces a piece of blue ribbon in the spaces of skin between the ribbons up her thighs just to watch her squirm.
He grins, mischievous as he pulls a bit of ribbon up between her legs, so that it falls right across her clit. She lets out a little muffled sound, like she's biting her lips. He can't have that, now can he? He lets it fall between the folds of her labia, and pulls it taut until it's like the thinnest thong ever worn. He flips her to her side for better control and holds both side of the ribbon, pulling this way and that. It's making a 'u' shape and he thinks U for Ukraine, u for uh-uh-uh y-eesss! U for 'I love you'
She whimpers his name as he rubs the red ribbon back and forth over her clit. It's cool to watch her slowly grow more aroused. Her breasts get even bigger when that happens-not that he can actually see them like this. Which is a problem, now that he thinks about it.
He's too impatient to pull a France and just tease his lover forever. There's just so much of her he wants to touch because yeah, it's been a while with the crazy families and living across the world and all. So America leans down and licks between the ribbons on her breasts. He carefully peels off the stars and puts them on her hips, exposing her hard nipples to the air.
For a moment, he just sits back and admires his handiwork. She's beautiful, but she always is. She's just more awesome now, or something.
"Ready, babe?" He whispers.
"Mm-hmm-" She nods. She's been biting on one of the ribbons that he put about her neck that came free because of how loose the knots were. He tugs on it a bit, but she holds tight. She's always a bit shy, guarding her moans and pleasure as if he might think she was vulgar or something for having an awesome orgasm.
Ribbons 3/4
anonymous
September 26 2011, 19:34:04 UTC
She's still on her side, and he ties her hands to the headboard like that, one on top of the other. It's different, feeling so in control of her. He realizes just how much trust it has to have taken for her to allow herself to be so vulnerable. He moves until he's behind her and pushes her legs apart just enough so he can slip inside her.
For a moment, he practically blanks out mentally because everything is so warm, soft, and amazing inside her. Which perfectly matches how utterly warm, soft, and jiggly and amazing she is outside. Because he's not expending so much energy trying to keep from accidentally breaking ribs, he has more time to just touch her as he begins to slowly thrust up inside her, and at this position he can reach so much more of her. He rubs over her breasts, the ribbons just as soft as her skin, until it's a pattern of soft and even softer. She lets out a sigh and the ribbon falls from her mouth. She looks startled, but if America wasn't so busy touching her, he'd have to do a thumbs up sign because victory. Now she'd have to bite her lips to keep from screaming, and he doesn't think she can last that long holding back like this.
There's some light freckles over her back, just near her shoulders and neck, so he plays tick-tack-toe with his tongue, connecting the dots. It's nice to actually have more than five minutes to quickly try and get each other off before having rusty faucets and throwing knives tossed his way.
He takes it at a pretty slow pace, taking his time as he feels her up. He can't see her face like this, which is sort of a bummer. Maybe next time, they'll find a Love Hotel like Japan's got and get a mirrored room. It'd be hot if they were going for dirty quick sexing like this, though he's always a bit gentle for that kind of sex. She's the sort of girl who needs gentleness, and deserves nothing but the best and gentlest sex he can give her.
He reaches down between her legs, and touches her clit, which is wet and slippery and hard to quite get a grip on now. He's going to get those cute sounds out of her one way or another. He's rewarded by a little fluttery cry that she fails to silence and moves on, trying to hit just the right rhythm.
He wants to feel all of her, but he can't stop touching her breasts, which are all prettily made up for him, so soft and full. He can't help gently squeezing them, touching them, stroking them-he'd put his mouth all over them if he was any closer. He keeps one hand on her clit, still stoking her as she arches against him. Her back is to his chest, and it's a different sort of stimulation than the usual where all her considerably amount of chest is pushing against him, squishing him, making it hard not to come faster because damn, that amount of fineness cannot be ignored and thinking of baseball just turns into baseball porn with her in a jersey and nothing else and all those fantastic curves nearly spilling out of the unbuttoned neckline.
Her moans are starting to get louder as the pace picks up. He's never realized how pretty her back is, probably 'cause he was always distracted by the general awesome jiggle of her curves. She's clenching about him, so tight and warm that America knows he can't last long. He keeps brushing her clit, thrusting up into her and hitting that semi-mythological sweet spot that some guys say is so hard to find.
He's trying his best to get her to come first, not just because that's what men who are awesome lovers do, since he totally loves it when girls come first. But he does it for his own reasons, too. It's so hot and soft, and there's warm muscles clenching around him, bringing him to orgasm on her the aftereffects of her pleasure. It's intimate and he tries for it every time they're like this, and makes it most of the time, because that's what awesome heroes do.
Ribbons 4/4
anonymous
September 26 2011, 19:38:51 UTC
She lets out a particularly loud cry and he feels the tightening all around him. He wraps his arms about her waist and spoons her as they rock together, enjoying the orgasm that runs through them.
For a few minutes they're just there, holding tight and doing nothing but existing and feeling. The only sound is their occasional breathing, and a few soft gasps of oh, oh, oh from Ukraine as she finishes off. But then she begins to stir, pulling at the bonds. She's been very good about this, and barely freaked out. He's tried to be as careful as possible with the gift of her, her trust.
"Untie me, please?" She asks, and he takes it down. She rubs at her wrists, but there's only a bit of coloring, no huge rope burns or anything. He steals a quick kiss, but she doesn't linger, instead running to the bathroom. He used to wonder if she was freaking out and cleaning herself, which was a afterglow killer, but he now realizes she's just you know, using the facilities. France says it's a common girl thing. America still doesn't exactly get it, but he trusts France on the matter, given he's the country of love and all.
She looks a bit shy when she returns, wearing nothing except the traces of the ribbons that haven't unraveled.
He pats the bed beside him, and she gladly curls against him, under the covers.
"You know, it's a twenty-four hour booking, not by the hour," He says, with a suggestive grin. "We could totally get our money's worth. Though, this one doesn't randomly serve food, so we'll have to go get stuff..." America trails off. It's cold and blowy outside, and he doesn't wanna put on his pants yet.
She gets up and gets something from her purse, which is roughly the size of Latvia, and pulls out whole freaking tupperware of cooked stuff.
He groans. Home cooked awesome, straight from his awesome girl. Life just cannot get any better without spandex superheroes involved.
"Oh man, you're best girl ever," He says. "Also, I love you long time and forever and stuff and stuff?"
She chuckles, seeming more at ease now. "I love you long time as well?"
She doesn't get the joke, but doesn't mind. It's still adorable as can be. America leans in and nuzzles against her for a second, before they pull off the top and start digging in.
Re: Ribbons 4/4
anonymous
September 28 2011, 01:34:46 UTC
AFSFSFDASDAFDSFADAS Ukraine is such an awesome girlfriend, bringing homemade food along like that!! Other things I like about this: It's hot XD (of course, how could it not be?), Ukraine is not perfect in English (she has an accent, doesn't get specific-to-English jokes,etc.), and the fluff. I really love fluff <3
It's also really nice that they didn't just fall asleep right after the sex. That happens way too often in fics and I'm starting to get tired of it, so this was a refreshing change!
Re: Ribbons 4/4
anonymous
October 7 2011, 07:41:08 UTC
WHY IS THIS NOT FLOODED WITH MORE COMMENTS, GOOD GOD ANON.
So damn hot. I don't usually read this pairing but OH MY GOD. It's so cute. And I love love loove America's voice here. This is so many levels of fantastic.
Re: Ribbons 4/4
anonymous
October 16 2011, 01:08:03 UTC
I ALSO DO NOT KNOW WHY NO MORE COMMENTS. This was amazing! Super hot sex and while your America narration (and dialogue) is so perfect it's uncanny, I just couldn't stop thinking, holy cute, Ukraine. This line:
She's always a bit shy, guarding her moans and pleasure as if he might think she was vulgar or something
just killed it for me. Ukraine is like that girl that covers her mouth when she laughs.
Anyway. hot damn. so good. Thank you, author!anon!
Re: Ribbons 4/4
anonymous
January 18 2012, 01:55:17 UTC
Dude. TOTALLY deserves more comments.
Your writing style is superb, the way you write these two just works, and all the little details you snuck in--their lives away from their clandestine affairs, that sort of thing--is just fabulous.
I don't comment often on fills, so consider this one of the highest compliments I can give. A job well done!
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They're standing outside in a corner because it's DC and it's cold this time of year and it almost looks like a hooker pick up, except not. It's not even roleplay, or at least he doesn't think it's roleplay, just more an instance of trying to have sex without being walked in by their various crazy family members or his. Each has their problems: Russia would try and kill him; France would try and watch or join in...and that isn't factoring in Belarusian stab wounds or the kind of carnage a drunk England could cause.
So that's why they're here in DC, braving the cold wind to meet up at a hotel which isn't quite five star, but not roach hotel either. It's more Econolodge, really. He'd spoil her, but she's perennially thrifty, and would probably freak out if she found out he'd dropped a couple thou to stay at some ritz hotel just so they could have some alone time.
She's standing there, looking a little nervous about it all. He thinks if anyone else tries to come near her, he'll punch them, because that's what heroes do. Lucky for them, they don't have to meet his fist today, because while some of them watch, no one comes. She's looking around, a little nervous, her coat pulled tight around her. She brightens when she sees him, her nervousness melts away.
"You ready, babe?"
He nods towards the place and she ducks in with him, readjusting the black beret she's wearing. He's got this weird feeling that the beret is France's work, and has this odd mental image of France and Canada giving her some kind of fabulous makeover while Poland does her hair.
He books the motel under the name Steve Rogers, because it's less conspicuous that Max Power and Chesty LaRue. Which he totally used last time. And It was awesome, by the way.
It's a ground floor room, so alas, no elevator quickies this time. They make their way down the hall, with rows and rows of rooms there. The carpet is this really boring beige color. Easy to clean, though. It takes him a second to get the door opened, but soon enough it is and they're in. The room is just as boring as the carpet, with one boring bed with a boring brown bedspread and a lot of boring brown carpet and ooh, a tv. He wishes there was a mini-bar, though. He always gets post-sex snack attacks and that means he'll actually have to put his pants on and go brave the streets of DC for Cheetos, when he'd rather just run naked to the kitchen and grab some snacks and beers.
But hey, it beats getting castrated by Belarus. She came really close to hitting her target with the throwing knives last time. As both Ukraine and him were rather fond of his penis being still attached to his body they started doing the hotel runs.
It's hot, really. They sneak out in separate cars, trains or subways and meet somewhere like it's some clandestine affair. And if they'd found out yet, they haven't broken in and tried to kill the post-sex mood with castrating, so it's all good.
When they're in, she opens her coat and bites her lips and reveals what she's been hiding: It's not fishnet and heels, but ribbons all wrapped around her breasts, like they're wrapped for a birthday present or something. She isn't wearing anything but shoes, coat and ribbons. She was probably seriously freezing out there, but maybe she's one of those winter loving crazies like his brother up there.
(He has to side with France on this one: winter is full of suck and fail.)
"Rope was scratchy..." She says in her thick accent. She looks down shyly. It just makes him want to kiss her, so he does, because that's how he works.
"This is awesome!" He says, and it is. There's red, white and blue lengths of ribbon tied around her breasts, They circle the base, and then are woven like a net like Japan's shibari. At the nipples there's some kind of star sticker or something pressed over. She looks shy as she reaches into her coat and brings out more ribbon, a whole spool of it, then two more to complete the set. He takes them, and she holds out her hands to be bound.
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"Ah...yes. These are not rough, and I trust you," she says. Her cheeks are flushed a rosy red, and it's adorable.
He didn't even ask for this, in fact, but it's not like he minds that she went all this way It's like Christmas or his birthday even though it's just a cold November time which isn't either holiday. He is totally okay with impromptu not-birthday and not-Christmas gifts.
"But wait, you couldn't tie this yourself, it's too complex and stuff," America notes as he slips his thumb under one of the ribbons, rubbing his thumb over her sensitive nipples.
"Sister helped me... and I ah...promised her a marriage certificate to her for her help. I w-wasn't going to ask her, but she walked in. She does not know how to knock, so..."
"So she's done with the junk carving?" America asks.
"Apparently, she is too busy with Russia right now to try and hurt you at the moment," she says.
America grins. "And Russia will be running for a while and not interrupting us. Good call!"
She flushes, happy at his praise. He pulls out a Swiss Army knife and begins to work with the spool of ribbons to finish the effect. First her outstretched wrists, like an offering, tied up in a bow. He snips this and takes another length about her neck. She freezes, eyes wide.
"It's a necklace-like thingie, a ribbon choker-ma-bob," America says. She doesn't relax. "Does this bug you? Do you want me to stop?"
"No...it' s all right...please don't pull too hard, though," she says. Her voice trembles, and he pauses.
"I mean, we don't have to-"
"Please. This is my gift to you."
"Okay," America says. He makes sure the neck ribbon is extra loose. He doesn't tie her ankles because he wants them to be spread wide. Instead he just wraps ribbons about her legs, enjoying the look of his colors on her. He traces a piece of blue ribbon in the spaces of skin between the ribbons up her thighs just to watch her squirm.
He grins, mischievous as he pulls a bit of ribbon up between her legs, so that it falls right across her clit. She lets out a little muffled sound, like she's biting her lips. He can't have that, now can he? He lets it fall between the folds of her labia, and pulls it taut until it's like the thinnest thong ever worn. He flips her to her side for better control and holds both side of the ribbon, pulling this way and that. It's making a 'u' shape and he thinks U for Ukraine, u for uh-uh-uh y-eesss! U for 'I love you'
She whimpers his name as he rubs the red ribbon back and forth over her clit. It's cool to watch her slowly grow more aroused. Her breasts get even bigger when that happens-not that he can actually see them like this. Which is a problem, now that he thinks about it.
He's too impatient to pull a France and just tease his lover forever. There's just so much of her he wants to touch because yeah, it's been a while with the crazy families and living across the world and all. So America leans down and licks between the ribbons on her breasts. He carefully peels off the stars and puts them on her hips, exposing her hard nipples to the air.
For a moment, he just sits back and admires his handiwork. She's beautiful, but she always is. She's just more awesome now, or something.
"Ready, babe?" He whispers.
"Mm-hmm-" She nods. She's been biting on one of the ribbons that he put about her neck that came free because of how loose the knots were. He tugs on it a bit, but she holds tight. She's always a bit shy, guarding her moans and pleasure as if he might think she was vulgar or something for having an awesome orgasm.
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It's different, feeling so in control of her. He realizes just how much trust it has to have taken for her to allow herself to be so vulnerable. He moves until he's behind her and pushes her legs apart just enough so he can slip inside her.
For a moment, he practically blanks out mentally because everything is so warm, soft, and amazing inside her. Which perfectly matches how utterly warm, soft, and jiggly and amazing she is outside. Because he's not expending so much energy trying to keep from accidentally breaking ribs, he has more time to just touch her as he begins to slowly thrust up inside her, and at this position he can reach so much more of her. He rubs over her breasts, the ribbons just as soft as her skin, until it's a pattern of soft and even softer. She lets out a sigh and the ribbon falls from her mouth. She looks startled, but if America wasn't so busy touching her, he'd have to do a thumbs up sign because victory. Now she'd have to bite her lips to keep from screaming, and he doesn't think she can last that long holding back like this.
There's some light freckles over her back, just near her shoulders and neck, so he plays tick-tack-toe with his tongue, connecting the dots. It's nice to actually have more than five minutes to quickly try and get each other off before having rusty faucets and throwing knives tossed his way.
He takes it at a pretty slow pace, taking his time as he feels her up. He can't see her face like this, which is sort of a bummer. Maybe next time, they'll find a Love Hotel like Japan's got and get a mirrored room. It'd be hot if they were going for dirty quick sexing like this, though he's always a bit gentle for that kind of sex. She's the sort of girl who needs gentleness, and deserves nothing but the best and gentlest sex he can give her.
He reaches down between her legs, and touches her clit, which is wet and slippery and hard to quite get a grip on now. He's going to get those cute sounds out of her one way or another. He's rewarded by a little fluttery cry that she fails to silence and moves on, trying to hit just the right rhythm.
He wants to feel all of her, but he can't stop touching her breasts, which are all prettily made up for him, so soft and full. He can't help gently squeezing them, touching them, stroking them-he'd put his mouth all over them if he was any closer. He keeps one hand on her clit, still stoking her as she arches against him. Her back is to his chest, and it's a different sort of stimulation than the usual where all her considerably amount of chest is pushing against him, squishing him, making it hard not to come faster because damn, that amount of fineness cannot be ignored and thinking of baseball just turns into baseball porn with her in a jersey and nothing else and all those fantastic curves nearly spilling out of the unbuttoned neckline.
Her moans are starting to get louder as the pace picks up. He's never realized how pretty her back is, probably 'cause he was always distracted by the general awesome jiggle of her curves. She's clenching about him, so tight and warm that America knows he can't last long. He keeps brushing her clit, thrusting up into her and hitting that semi-mythological sweet spot that some guys say is so hard to find.
He's trying his best to get her to come first, not just because that's what men who are awesome lovers do, since he totally loves it when girls come first. But he does it for his own reasons, too. It's so hot and soft, and there's warm muscles clenching around him, bringing him to orgasm on her the aftereffects of her pleasure. It's intimate and he tries for it every time they're like this, and makes it most of the time, because that's what awesome heroes do.
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She lets out a particularly loud cry and he feels the tightening all around him. He wraps his arms about her waist and spoons her as they rock together, enjoying the orgasm that runs through them.
For a few minutes they're just there, holding tight and doing nothing but existing and feeling. The only sound is their occasional breathing, and a few soft gasps of oh, oh, oh from Ukraine as she finishes off. But then she begins to stir, pulling at the bonds. She's been very good about this, and barely freaked out. He's tried to be as careful as possible with the gift of her, her trust.
"Untie me, please?" She asks, and he takes it down. She rubs at her wrists, but there's only a bit of coloring, no huge rope burns or anything. He steals a quick kiss, but she doesn't linger, instead running to the bathroom. He used to wonder if she was freaking out and cleaning herself, which was a afterglow killer, but he now realizes she's just you know, using the facilities. France says it's a common girl thing. America still doesn't exactly get it, but he trusts France on the matter, given he's the country of love and all.
She looks a bit shy when she returns, wearing nothing except the traces of the ribbons that haven't unraveled.
He pats the bed beside him, and she gladly curls against him, under the covers.
"You know, it's a twenty-four hour booking, not by the hour," He says, with a suggestive grin. "We could totally get our money's worth. Though, this one doesn't randomly serve food, so we'll have to go get stuff..." America trails off. It's cold and blowy outside, and he doesn't wanna put on his pants yet.
She gets up and gets something from her purse, which is roughly the size of Latvia, and pulls out whole freaking tupperware of cooked stuff.
He groans. Home cooked awesome, straight from his awesome girl. Life just cannot get any better without spandex superheroes involved.
"Oh man, you're best girl ever," He says. "Also, I love you long time and forever and stuff and stuff?"
She chuckles, seeming more at ease now. "I love you long time as well?"
She doesn't get the joke, but doesn't mind. It's still adorable as can be. America leans in and nuzzles against her for a second, before they pull off the top and start digging in.
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It's also really nice that they didn't just fall asleep right after the sex. That happens way too often in fics and I'm starting to get tired of it, so this was a refreshing change!
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So damn hot. I don't usually read this pairing but OH MY GOD. It's so cute. And I love love loove America's voice here. This is so many levels of fantastic.
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She's always a bit shy, guarding her moans and pleasure as if he might think she was vulgar or something
just killed it for me. Ukraine is like that girl that covers her mouth when she laughs.
Anyway. hot damn. so good.
Thank you, author!anon!
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Your writing style is superb, the way you write these two just works, and all the little details you snuck in--their lives away from their clandestine affairs, that sort of thing--is just fabulous.
I don't comment often on fills, so consider this one of the highest compliments I can give. A job well done!
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