[ his wiggling sends skiffs of pleasure up and down her back, makes her face warm. without thought, she brings her knees up slightly; tucks him closer to her body; cages him between her thighs and her chest, with that wonderful growing stiffness up against her. she pretends not to notice it. ]
I love my horns to be touched. And my tail.
[ the way she's mashed herself into the corner of the back and arm of the chaise means he cannot get at the place she likes best, right where it joins to her body, but... maybe later. for now, she and he both need the support.
draws her nails up to his nape, nice and slow so that goosebumps will rise, and turns her face right behind his ear, where his hair is so carefully done. inhales slow and deep and scents him. ]
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I love my horns to be touched. And my tail.
[ the way she's mashed herself into the corner of the back and arm of the chaise means he cannot get at the place she likes best, right where it joins to her body, but... maybe later. for now, she and he both need the support.
draws her nails up to his nape, nice and slow so that goosebumps will rise, and turns her face right behind his ear, where his hair is so carefully done. inhales slow and deep and scents him. ]
Mmmmmm.