And he was always a good boy. She brushed her fingers along his shoulders, his arms, his chest, sides. "Such a good boy, Tony. You're always a good boy for me," she murmured.
Steph got up and loaded her palette with reds and yellows and began to brush lightly along his sides and abs with the same coloration as his armor.
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Date: 2012-06-11 03:47 am (UTC)Steph got up and loaded her palette with reds and yellows and began to brush lightly along his sides and abs with the same coloration as his armor.