by Shayla Ayers
When he finally pulls away, she looks up at him and licks her lips.
He grins, crouches down, pulling her roughly into his arms. Head pressed warm against his chest, he presses several kisses against her head before disengaging long enough to cut her zip-tie cuffs free and give her wrists a little massage.
The couple is quiet for a few moments.
He sits on the floor in the store, pulls Sarah into his lap, and cuddles her close. After they've both caught their breath and recovered a little, Sarah speaks up.
“Wasn't expecting you tonight...” she smiles, looking up at him and pressing a kiss against his stubble jawline before nuzzling into his neck affectionately.
“This was you’re idea remember?” he grunts.
“Mmm… I remember,” she sighs, head pressing against his chest, lips massing across his nipple. “Now we have a big mess to clean up.”
“Mm…,” He nods. “Yeah. Guess we do.” Patrick says, before kisses her on top of her head, squeezing her in a big bear hug. “You fold the panties. I'll clean up the 'evidence'.”
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