[ there’s no waistband or fabric in between his gentle press, of fingerpads that begin to delve past the patch of black fur and nearly tease the dampness of her folds. eren sticks to the curving and how absolutely slicked the fur there was the more he stroked. he loved to see her pout and couldn’t resist her indignation; his tails were dancing behind him, and with a bend of his elbow, he seemed to crawl backwards. ]
You woke up like this, [ and guide her leg to open up sideways. his middle finger then slipped closer to where her clit hid, and pressed— not enough to invade her, but enough to swirl and play with her begging entry. ] didn’t you?
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You woke up like this, [ and guide her leg to open up sideways. his middle finger then slipped closer to where her clit hid, and pressed— not enough to invade her, but enough to swirl and play with her begging entry. ] didn’t you?