Sam plants his hands on either side of her head. "So. Google say which position works best?"
"Well." Andy strokes up his arms, pets his shoulders a bit. She has a thing for his tattoo, says it's lucky. (A buddy back in Sam's old Montreal unit had cancer; he got chemo, Sam and some other guys got his name in ink. Now that buddy has a wife and kid out in Brossard, so. She may not be wrong.) "Basically--" She's got her forehead all scrunched, like she's maybe not willing to admit she looked it up. "Basically this one."
Sam grins, rolling his hips into hers. "This one, eh? Can't move, McNally? Gotta lay back and take it?"
She narrows her eyes. "Oh, I can move." Arching her back and clenching on him, as if to prove it. Sam groans; she grins. "You have to get me off too." Tongue peeking out between her teeth (as if he ever doesn't). "Better for conception." She puts a snap on the second 'c', waggles her eyebrows.
ASKED AND ANSWERED.
"Well." Andy strokes up his arms, pets his shoulders a bit. She has a thing for his tattoo, says it's lucky. (A buddy back in Sam's old Montreal unit had cancer; he got chemo, Sam and some other guys got his name in ink. Now that buddy has a wife and kid out in Brossard, so. She may not be wrong.) "Basically--" She's got her forehead all scrunched, like she's maybe not willing to admit she looked it up. "Basically this one."
Sam grins, rolling his hips into hers. "This one, eh? Can't move, McNally? Gotta lay back and take it?"
She narrows her eyes. "Oh, I can move." Arching her back and clenching on him, as if to prove it. Sam groans; she grins. "You have to get me off too." Tongue peeking out between her teeth (as if he ever doesn't). "Better for conception." She puts a snap on the second 'c', waggles her eyebrows.