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"Not too quick. We don't want to rush," Erica answered him, only slightly breathless. Between his movements, the adrenaline of where they were, and the potential risk of the situation, it felt like her heart was beating a mile a minute. Every touch seemed intensified. She knew the field would end up being a good idea.
As with her shorts, she wiggled free of her panties without hesitation, taking note to remember where they ended up. She had been in the losing end of a pair of lost panties one too many times in her life. "I was going to blow you," she told him absently, in a hush whisper, and that same breathless tone. Her hips moved a little, pressing closer to him. "But it doesn't even look like it's necessary. You look pretty ready," she added, smirking slyly.
"Maybe next time."
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There was no question of the urgency between them, the lust had exploded, and Erica lowered herself to her knees with ease. She straddled his hips, a knee on either side, but still not on top of him completely. She pressed against his hard-on instead, gasping a little again at the hard heat as she rubbed slightly against him, hips rocking gently in anticipation.
"And there will be a next time," she assured him, her own whisper matching his in huskiness. "This is too good to give up," she added, leaning forward so that her palms rested on his chest, holding her up as she stared down at him. "Now fuck me."
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Erica let out a moan of her own almost immediately after Stas did. Her eyes closed again, and her hands tensed a little on his chest, as she lowered herself further onto him. He was definitely ready, that was for sure, and she rocked her hips against his, taking him all of the way into her, smiling down at him.
She wanted to say something, perhaps another sarcastic quip, but she found herself without anything to say. She just wanted to focus on him, and each movement he made. She began to lift her lips slightly, before thrusting him roughly back into her again, working into a steady rhythm. Some stray hair had fallen against her face, and she seemed to take no mind, biting her lip a little as she moved against him.
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She knew it was risky, especially given their location, but she supposed they were screwed either way if they were caught. Whether she had a shirt on or not, if they were caught, it was trouble. Pulling her arms out of her hoodie, the dark-haired girl let it drop beside them, before moving on to try to struggle a little better out of her tee, exposing her breasts better to him.
She wasn't quite out of the shirt when he kissed her, and she found herself leaning back into it with a bit of excitement. The kiss was rough, a without much class, but a good dose of intensity. She was breathing heavily when she broke away from him, though she didn't move far, her hips still moving with his, her rhythm never wavering. "As good as I remember," she whispered weakly, a moan escaping her as she pushed herself down to his full length again, hips twitching in response.
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