Slowly he withdrew, staring up at Eames with limpid eyes and swollen lips. "A cruel man would leave you right here, put you spread legged and face down down over one of the lounge chairs and screw you until you came off for him," he said, voice tight from taking too much.
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Date: 2011-05-24 10:24 pm (UTC)"Now to decide if I'm a cruel man."