[ the way she twitched brought a playing smile baring across his lips and even fed his length with a pulse, a throb that prodded the inside of her leg and and purposely left there for her to struggle with. “struggle”, if he could call it that. his tongue was gliding hot up her chin and wet onto her lips in a brief kiss, piercing eyes catching the gasp from her teeth as he did. her skirt was away from the dribble of wetness he left on her, at least, pulling himself back up until he hovered over her once more. no touch, then, but his busy, caressing hand was sifting into her hair and finding places to grasp and keep her pinned. then came the rasp of his voice: ]
Not yet? [ he almost, almost sounds disappointed, but all of his tone seems like a facade when his hand drops, drops low and ghosts over the front of her panties to test how she felt. he wasn’t disappointed at all— he was fervent and just getting started. ] Here, first?
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Not yet? [ he almost, almost sounds disappointed, but all of his tone seems like a facade when his hand drops, drops low and ghosts over the front of her panties to test how she felt. he wasn’t disappointed at all— he was fervent and just getting started. ] Here, first?