[ His grin is wide, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. He doesn't do that so often these days, purgatory does a number on a guy. Every now and then, though, someone drags it out of him.
He easily goes back in when she pulls, hands dropping to grip her hips before fumbling with her dress, pushing her sheer skirt up so he can grip her ass and haul her up, sit her there on that altar like an offering. ]
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[ His grin is wide, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. He doesn't do that so often these days, purgatory does a number on a guy. Every now and then, though, someone drags it out of him.
He easily goes back in when she pulls, hands dropping to grip her hips before fumbling with her dress, pushing her sheer skirt up so he can grip her ass and haul her up, sit her there on that altar like an offering. ]