010614 #bushmill Oho no you don't! Her voice gets suddenly deep, her mouth turned down with the pleasure of forcing herself to stop laughing and sound serious. She pushes at his chest with both arms. Her loose black sleeves fall back and I can see her sleek, white muscles straining against him. She grunts, and they roll over together so that she's on top. She grabs both of his wrists. One of them has a chunky gold watch I've never noticed before. It looks almost comically masculine on his wiry, hairy wrist. She leans back with all her weight, and he lets himself be pulled to his feet.