Neither of them had gone soft or old in the intervening years. Aiko had blossomed into a beautiful, whole woman. What had changed was circumstances, though. Even with the bolt in place, they couldn't just fuck all over the place all day.<br/><br/>Eagerly, he dove down onto her, her grip encouraging him. Held one thigh by the underside of her knee, spread her open for his work. Then he just dove in like a hungry animal. Waggled his jaw, explored the richness of her depths.<br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"I'll have you know my face is awesome. Ten out of ten daddies agree, they cannot be wrong."</span>Sage crossed her arms. Stuck her tongue out at her brother petulantly. She was ten years old, after all.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Go soak your head, you pillow kidnapping villain. I do not negotiate with terrorists."</span>Sage stated curtly. Plopped down on her bed, the wet ear crisis averted. While her pillow paid the ultimate sacrifice, it was all for the greater good.