Greatest Gunslinger that ever lived
"How do you like
my moustache now?"
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 23:59:31 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE His eyes remained closed when he felt her finger trail over his lips, the sensation further fuelling his desire. She fortunately completed the task that he was building towards, and lifted her shirt over her head, revealing her flawless figure. His hands now roamed over her almost fully bare body, eagerly kissing her again, breath slightly hitched as she bit at his lips before deepening the kiss.
He slightly lifted himself off the wall, just enough to take off the jacket he was wearing and letting it fall to the crowd, immediately missing the warmth of her skin. And while there, started to unbutton his shirt, only getting it half open until the urge to touch her became too great again. So he moved one hand back to her body, roaming over her back while his other finished the tasks of his buttons. He coaxed her mouth open with his own, slipping his tongue inside to explore her, quenching the burning thirst he held for her between each time they found their way in this intimate setting, to each other's arms.
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Crazy Chick with a Bad Ass Gun
Where's my gun?
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Post by Earp, Wynonna Earp on Apr 8, 2020 0:10:08 GMT
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you |
Her breathing quickened as he pushed past her lips to taste her, and she sucked on him there, using her own tounge to rub his as she moaned into his lips. Her hands moved to push off his button up, and then drop to untuck his under shirt, and lift it up over his head. For a moment she sat back, and just admired the sight of him. Reaching over she picked up his hat, and put her on her head grinning at him for a moment.
Reaching down she unbuttoned her jeans and stood to pull them down and off. Standing there in only her undies and his hat, she offered her hand to him. When he took it and stood up she pushed him back against the wall, and began working on his jeans. Her lips found his chest as she trailed kisses there, over his skin and scars as she freed him and lowered both his jeans and underwear in one tug down. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself into his naked skin.
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Greatest Gunslinger that ever lived
"How do you like
my moustache now?"
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 8, 2020 0:22:38 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He moved his hands back, raising his arms when she proceeded to pull his shirt up off of him. He opened his eyes, watching her reach for his hat and put it on. His eyes remained fixed on her as she stood up. As if he wasn't aroused enough, that sure as hell did it for him. She was perhaps the only one who could get away with wearing his hat . . . and of course it helped that she was hardly wearing anything else. Reaching of her hand he used her help to pull himself to his feet, his body getting pushed back against the barn wall as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled every down in one go. He closed his eyes, hand on the back of her head and fingers tangling in her hair as encouragement, a groan of pleasure escaping him as his body thickened with arousal.
With need. With her hands around his neck, his hungrily kissed her, groaning into the embrace, bodies pressed together. He used the opportunity to kick off his pants, underwear and shoes before stepping forward, taking her with him until they crossed midway through the barn, and in the process, unclasped her bar. He moved forward until her back against one of the beams. With her back now against it, the contact of their lips unbroken, his hands went to pull down the straps of her bra, moving his chest back just enough to let it fall so that their unclad chests were now pressed against each other, as his hands fell to her underwear to remove the last article of clothing that covered either of them.
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Post by Earp, Wynonna Earp on Apr 8, 2020 0:35:38 GMT
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you |
He moved then back, so her back was to one of the beams, and it made the hat fall off her head. Not that she noticed as his hands moved to pull down her cups, to let her hard tipped breast rub over his chest. His rough hands moved down to her panties. So far she had only felt his hardness though the lace there, but once he got them out of the way, she could feel his hardness pressing into her softness. "Doc," She breathed his name as she wrapped her hands tighter around his neck and used him to lift her legs from the ground and wrap them around his waist.
Letting him take her weight, she reached between them and moved his cock to her entrance, then eased herself down over him to take him in her. A groan escaped her lips as he filled her. Her fingers tightened over his skin, as the feeling of being full filled her. Yes! This was what she needed. Needed to feel close to him, and that everything was going to be alright!
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Greatest Gunslinger that ever lived
"How do you like
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 8, 2020 0:52:46 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Somewhere in the back of his mind was the knowledge that there was a bed in the near vicinity. But once he removed the last layer of clothing, and he felt her fingers wrap around him, guiding him to her entrance . . . thoughts of moving were put on hold. He heavily exhaled, a groan mixed with the sound when she moved down on him, his hips jerking to press into her
. He remained still, chest heaving with desire as he felt that sense of completion whenever their bodies were joined. His hands went under her thighs to further support her position, unable to withhold himself any more. His pushed his hips forward, another groan of pleasure escaping him at the sensation. His lips went to her neck, nestling in the crook of it while kissing along her skin to help muffle any more sounds, thrusting deeply inside of her again, and again, somewhere in the midst of it, moaning her name against her skin.
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Crazy Chick with a Bad Ass Gun
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Post by Earp, Wynonna Earp on Apr 8, 2020 1:03:42 GMT
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you |
He groaned with her and Wynonna loved hearing that he was feeling just as much as she was. It made her tighten around him as he began to move while holding her in place against the beam rather then walking her toward the bed, or chair, or hay, or anything that they could have used. This position caused him to drive deeper in her, maybe slightly more then ever before.
She lifted one hand up from his neck to hold on to the beam as he trusted up, doing most the work this time since she could only grind over him a little from this position. Normally she liked to be on top, but this was good too! The way her back scraped into the beam only added into the feelings. Hearing her name on his lips, made her moan softly as he picked up pace.
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