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Post by Triston Astin on Sept 1, 2007 17:11:59 GMT -5
Feeling him kiss her again put the fear of risk from her mind. She didn't care now. Just that he was kissing her meaninglessly. She pressed herself against him.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Sept 1, 2007 17:16:23 GMT -5
Cello's hands moved up her back, holding her against him and deepened the kiss, his tongue scoping out the inside of her mouth. One of hands moved to her bare ass and gripped it with his whole hand.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Sept 1, 2007 23:00:13 GMT -5
Losing herself in the kiss Alli tugged at his hair, grinding against his taut body. Nothing about him physically was that flawed...minus the he was twenty eight years old part. She'd just chalk it up to her teenage rebellion, she'd gotten that down better than her sister in many many ways.
Biting his lower lip hard enough she pressed her chest to his. Letting out a moan.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Sept 2, 2007 12:37:07 GMT -5
Marcello wanted her again, more than anything. He rolled over, getting on top of her once again and guiding himself into her. He bit her neck as he entered and went at it again, fiercer this time.
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Post by Triston Astin on Sept 2, 2007 13:03:32 GMT -5
[[Alli]]
Allowing herself to moan more audibly she bit at his neck as well. Bucking into his thrusts, digging more 'holes' in his back with her nails as the sweat formed against them. Sex sweat being the best kind there was.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Sept 2, 2007 14:43:33 GMT -5
So anyways they fucked again. Marcello rolled off of her and layed on the cold ground of the cell. "Damn," he basically whispered between breaths. He sat up and looked around, "Hmmm," he said thinking to himself about how'd he get back in his cell and the next time they'd do that.
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Post by Triston Astin on Sept 2, 2007 14:46:27 GMT -5
[[Alli]]
Laughing she rolled over on the cell bed and looked down on the floor at him, raising an eyebrow. "I know I'm amazing." She laughed at him. It was interesting watching him. She was sure she'd have bruises and the like all over her body, she'd call them victory marks. That had been incredible.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Sept 2, 2007 14:51:38 GMT -5
Cello stood up and brushed some of the dust off of him. He reached his hand over his shoulder, to his back and moved his hand to a few of the cuts, "Nice," he said bringing his hand in front of his face and looking at the blood on his hand. He wiped it across his chest with a smirk.
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Post by Triston Astin on Sept 2, 2007 14:54:26 GMT -5
Blushing lightly she put her hand on her neck, pulling her knees to her chest. "My bad." She smirked. Touching the hickey's he'd given her. Alli was sure she would be sore later from how hard they'd gone. "Been awhile since you've done that?" She questioned.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Sept 2, 2007 14:59:27 GMT -5
"A Long Long...Long While," he said looking over to her, she looked so innocent even at the sight of the fresh marks. The truth he'd only done it once before. He moved towards the bed and took a seat next to her, "Thank you."
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Post by Triston Astin on Sept 2, 2007 15:18:19 GMT -5
"Why do you say that?" She asked curiously. Wondering if she should get dressed or not, though she didnt' feel like being bothered to do so. It seemed she really was a slut and that there was no finding a real relationship for her anyway.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Sept 2, 2007 15:31:20 GMT -5
Cello didn't answer her. To tell you the truth he really didn't know why he had said that in the first place. He wasn't really what to say so he just moved his hand to her thigh and gave it a light squeeze before turning his head to face her.
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Post by Triston Astin on Sept 2, 2007 20:08:08 GMT -5
Running her fingers across his calloused hand she smiled. It was nice to sit here, not running to something else. Not knowing what it was. course that was what she was doing having sex with a convict, running into something not knowing why or what the consequences would be. "Ever had a relationship?" She teased him, hoping she caught her light tone.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Sept 2, 2007 20:19:10 GMT -5
"No" he simply said and looked at the wall ahead of him, seriously dreading going back into the cell. He'd had an amazing time with her but he wasn't going to tell her that. "When I get out. I want to see you again." he said, listening the others in the cell it was going to happen soon enough.
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Post by Triston Astin on Sept 2, 2007 20:21:22 GMT -5
Raising her eyebrows in shock she stared at him for a moment. "Why would you want to do something crazy like that?" She smirked, reaching across him for her bra.
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