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Remember: everything Rick Grimes says is made up.
It’s late at night, the sun having set a long time ago. It’s about 4 in the morning, you fast asleep in their bed. The bed frame creaks slightly, Rick’s heavy breathing the only other sound heard in the tiny bedroom. His eyes are shut as he leans over you, sliding his cock between their soft thighs repeatedly.
His movements are slow despite desperately wanting to wake them up. But it’s late and he doesn’t want them to lose sleep just because the bulge in his pants wouldn’t let him sleep in his own bed. Rick’s hands grip their knees, pressing their legs together to squeeze around his erection.
you’s pajama pants are pushed down enough for him to use their thighs. While he’s desperate for more, he’s not sure he could do anything more without them waking up. “Shit,” he grumbles under his breath, trying not to be too loud.
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