[ Why does Natalie end up fucking so many weirdos, gosh, it can't possibly be that she has a type.
Anyway, this is much better, getting right down to business, no strings, no feelings except the physical. She hooks a leg around Shaw's hip, and pulls herself against her, hands on Shaw's back, fingers curling into her shoulder blades. She doesn't moan at the little bite, giving instead a low, throaty chuckle. Hell yeah, girl. That's good stuff. ]
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Anyway, this is much better, getting right down to business, no strings, no feelings except the physical. She hooks a leg around Shaw's hip, and pulls herself against her, hands on Shaw's back, fingers curling into her shoulder blades. She doesn't moan at the little bite, giving instead a low, throaty chuckle. Hell yeah, girl. That's good stuff. ]