[ She moans, close to a purring sound, appreciation and admiration combined at the sight of him basking beneath the scoring of her nails that create marks just long enough for her to make note of them before they fade and ultimately disappear — and she can't help but wonder, then, how much time would have to pass for him to repair if she did draw blood, if the cuts she made on him ran deeper than the mere superficial lines she's delivering now.
There's another firm tug, tension that builds and then snaps and the fabric immediately gives way across her hip, reduced to uselessness with only that mere act. It feels rather like a secret only the two of them know now, if they were to be interrupted with her sitting astride him like this, his cock buried inside her; perhaps they'd be able to disguise it with her skirts arranged across his lap even as she managed tight, subtle swirls of her hips, squeezed him with her inner muscles, made him fight to repress a groan all the while.
Her mouth drifts across his again and she's certain he can feel the curving of her lips when she smiles, the shift and pull it creates before she delivers a teasing nip to his lower followed by a flick of her tongue against the upper. ] See that you do.
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There's another firm tug, tension that builds and then snaps and the fabric immediately gives way across her hip, reduced to uselessness with only that mere act. It feels rather like a secret only the two of them know now, if they were to be interrupted with her sitting astride him like this, his cock buried inside her; perhaps they'd be able to disguise it with her skirts arranged across his lap even as she managed tight, subtle swirls of her hips, squeezed him with her inner muscles, made him fight to repress a groan all the while.
Her mouth drifts across his again and she's certain he can feel the curving of her lips when she smiles, the shift and pull it creates before she delivers a teasing nip to his lower followed by a flick of her tongue against the upper. ] See that you do.