[ He steals one more kiss before he yields. Lets her push him into the cushions that fill the tent. They sink beneath his weight, a thick pile of clouds. Political sham it may be, this whole damn summit, but the comforts are at least real.
He pauses only to dig out someone's jar of lotion under him and push it aside. Then he's pulling her on top, leaning in.
His hand trails over the curve of her backside. One leg draws up and out to invite her closer against him. ]
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He pauses only to dig out someone's jar of lotion under him and push it aside. Then he's pulling her on top, leaning in.
His hand trails over the curve of her backside. One leg draws up and out to invite her closer against him. ]