He didn't really need the encouragement, he wanted her to feel good, to feel all those things she'd told him earlier. Her fingers against his tattoo made him groan softly and he could feel each tiny quiver running through her body. Fred knew what Sophie liked, knew what would make her moan and he loved to hear her.
His left hand slid down his own body, sliding into his shorts to stroke himself. He wanted her, badly, but he also wanted her to come more than one that night.
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