The Illusive Man/Miranda: His Girl 2/3
anonymous
November 4 2011, 02:17:39 UTC
She teasingly removed the tantalising undergarments, unclipping her bra and letting it fall to the floor, easing off her garter belt, stepping out of her thong. In less than thirty seconds, she stood naked before him in all her glory. Breasts firm and perky, a side effect of both genes and regular exercise. Her high heels did...amazing things, to her body, jutting her hips forward. Her nether regions were clean shaven, doubtless for the sake of practicality, but the clear view of her smooth outer lips was an added bonus. Persephone at her most radiant moment. Some prudes would sniff and call her shameless, but he saw the truth. She was without shame because she had no reason to have any. He found her beautiful, and she knew it. Her lack of clothing did not humiliate her...it empowered her
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The Illusive Man/Miranda: His Girl 3/3
anonymous
November 4 2011, 02:18:31 UTC
There was a greedy expression in Miranda’s eyes as she pulled his pants and boxers away. The Illusive Man wasn’t going to kid himself about his size. He wasn’t hung like a krogan, didn’t have the exotic ridges that turians and drell possessed, but he was above average for a human, and knew exactly how to use what he had. His length sprang up, right into her waiting hands. She eased her palm along the underside of his shaft, while her other hand lightly played with his balls
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Re: The Illusive Man/Miranda: His Girl 3/3
anonymous
November 5 2012, 02:47:12 UTC
I know this story is old, but I can't believe it never got a comment. A!A, if you're still around, I just want to congratulate you on a job well done. Thank you, thank you so much for writing a fic about this pairing; there needs more amazing stuff like this out there.
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