Virginia and Michael Madsen: Slow and dirty
[warning for incest]
Just another evening. Michael curled up around her, touching her and making her shiver. But they're not at home or behind a closed door - at least not yet. No, they're sitting in a bar like any other couple, and not that many people are looking at them twice. A few are, and Virginia's wondering if it's because they look good together as much as their relationship. "I did mention I'm not wearing panties," she teases, "didn't I?" She knew very well she hadn't, yet.
"Slut," Michael growls in her ear, pushing her legs apart under the table and running his fingers up her inner thigh even as he pulls her closer to his chest. ( Must be why I love you. )