She looked up at him. "Carry me. I like it when you carry me." Her body trembled beneath him.
"Ask me."
"Please." The words came out without hesitation or thought. "Would you carry me?"
"Anything you ask for, angel."

Autore: Joey W. Hill

<i>She looked up at him. "Carry me. I like it when you carry me." Her body trembled beneath him.<br />"Ask me."<br />"Please." The words came out without hesitation or thought. "Would you carry me?"<br />"Anything you ask for, angel."</i> - Joey W. Hill

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