What’s with the running?
We have a rather…er…colorful past…
Doctor. Did you shag my father?
Text: Alright. It’ll be about 12 hours until I can do anything. My TARDIS is in lockdown doing manual repairs. We’re in a hotel for tonight. But … wear the eyedrives. And stay armed.
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RC gasped as she felt his hands between her thighs. She could help but feel that ache that he was putting there. She would like nothing more impale herself on him and despite her urges, she was taking her time. It wasn’t just about making herself feel good, he did need it to. RC gripped his cock and began moving back and forth. After all, it was only fair.
And he hadn’t even gotten to the fun part yet. He made a sound against her lips as her hand moved against him, making him arch his hips into her hand. He wasn’t sure whether this was her affinity for his pheromones or her pregnancy hormones or both. He wasn’t bitching. He slid his fingers up to press against her clit, rubbing and adding pressure in the same pace as her hand moved on him.
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