She could still give it though. Sophie loved telling Fred how good he made her feel, sometimes she was quiet in bed but more often than not she was vocal. Moaning, sighing, babbling quietly. Not so much dirty talk but about how good he made her feel, how she wanted to make him feel good.
"Want you," she told him, gasping again. She knew she was near her orgasm, one of her hands moving to her breast to play with her nipple while the other stayed tracing Fred's tattoo.
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