A/N: Someone asked me to do this. So I did. Tell me if I should
make it multiple chapters or just a raunchy oneshot.   What
Can't Be Done  Her mouth was assaulted with scorching kisses and
a burning tongue probing her lingual cavern. Hands locked above
her head, she grinded hopelessly into the air; her sex was
already throbbing with unquenched desire. Hands, 2, Hell, maybe
4, tore over her body. Only a few seconds spent on each part
before groping on the next. A messy mouth suckled on her neck,
biting and nibbling down to the base of her throat. She could
feel her moans vibrating against the full lips on her throat.
Her waist felt heavy with the needy grip of her partner.
Quickly, her shirt was discarded and her pink nipples exposed.
It was a wonder how her bra had "fallen" off with the shirt too.
The numerous hands slowed, dragging up her thighs and to her
quivering breast. That searing orifice was consuming her breasts
with vigor, encouraging more hungry moans to crawl out. Nimble
fingers danced across her