[ She draws in a sharp breath when his lips take to a nipple between them, sending a powerful throb plummeting down to nest between her legs. Her hips rock up against him. His teasing hands over her chest prolong the pleasure released, and she voices her moan with an exhale as he goads her imagination.
Mid-play? He hides his wants so well. If only she had known, because at the time she had only dared bring her hand to his thigh where they were seated next to each other. But-- ] I--... had been thinking, of giving you more than my hand on your thigh. [ A secret hand-job? She would surely, surely be too shy of going all the way, but her addled mind at present, filled with lust, considers doing it the next time. How she would like to touch him more, much like she's doing now, just to tease, to provoke, to rile him up just for her. Her hand makes up for lost time, stroking him, massaging him at his tip, playing with his head, then pumping the thickness of his arousal over and over. ] I-- [ A shaky breath, low with heat and pleasure. ] I wanted to touch you so much.
[ As soon as his hand begins to tease her, though, her body tenses with the first slight of contact, shivering at how his finger slips within, and then adjusts. Wetness, warm and slick, greets his touch, and she moans when he rubs into her most sensitive areas, clinging to the kimono upon his back. ]
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Mid-play? He hides his wants so well. If only she had known, because at the time she had only dared bring her hand to his thigh where they were seated next to each other. But-- ] I--... had been thinking, of giving you more than my hand on your thigh. [ A secret hand-job? She would surely, surely be too shy of going all the way, but her addled mind at present, filled with lust, considers doing it the next time. How she would like to touch him more, much like she's doing now, just to tease, to provoke, to rile him up just for her. Her hand makes up for lost time, stroking him, massaging him at his tip, playing with his head, then pumping the thickness of his arousal over and over. ] I-- [ A shaky breath, low with heat and pleasure. ] I wanted to touch you so much.
[ As soon as his hand begins to tease her, though, her body tenses with the first slight of contact, shivering at how his finger slips within, and then adjusts. Wetness, warm and slick, greets his touch, and she moans when he rubs into her most sensitive areas, clinging to the kimono upon his back. ]