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He smiles with a blush at the odd feeling of the kisses down to his chest.
He holds her close, blushing at the feeling of their bare torsos meeting.
Keg reads the note and shakes his head, then stands up and gets dressed.
He continues running his hand down her bare said, kissing extremely passionately.
Keg wakes up the next morning, finding a note by the bed.
He gently slides off her shirt and continues kissing, matching her passion.
(Oh, Scratch my last post.)
(RIGHTO!) Keg wakes up the next morning next to Emma.
I NOW PRONOUNCE MYSELF TIM TEBOW, THE BEST PIRATE ON THE HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD!
(Sure.)
He runs his hand farther up her back, pulling up her shirt a bit.
(Don't worry, we shall.)
(Ha! Probably.)
He shivers at the feeling of her cold palms against his skin, but keeps kissing passionately.
He smiles as she kisses his neck, a hand still under her shirt, on her back.
He leans down and kisses her again, unable to hold himself back.
I don't have Swag, I have Swagger, which is my own personal style.
He can feel himself slowly run low on breathe, but doesn't want to stop.
"Heh," He said looking down at her, panting a bit, "Thanks."
He eventually breaks away, out of breathe.