[ He won't have to ask twice; even before he finishes the question, she's shifted her weight back to settle closer to his knees, her smaller hands moving between their bodies to find the front buckle and working the leather out of it, loosening it with a harder tug that betrays her eagerness, her want for him nowhere near diminished.
She won't be content to stop there, either, fingers locating the fastenings on his trousers and deftly making quick work of them.
It's a similarly minimal effort for her to turn her wrist, to guide her hand beneath the open front, to find the hard, heavy weight of his cock and caress it blatantly, firm strokes that are likely not necessary given how roused he already is and partly selfish in their application too. She groans, soft and low. ] I've thought about you inside me ever since that first time.
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She won't be content to stop there, either, fingers locating the fastenings on his trousers and deftly making quick work of them.
It's a similarly minimal effort for her to turn her wrist, to guide her hand beneath the open front, to find the hard, heavy weight of his cock and caress it blatantly, firm strokes that are likely not necessary given how roused he already is and partly selfish in their application too. She groans, soft and low. ] I've thought about you inside me ever since that first time.