[ not yet, but soon. she would laugh if she knew how far ahead his mind keeps surging, only to struggle back in embarrassment and shyness. even she isn't thinking so strongly of nakedness and fornication, of spreading herself on him, of his musician's fingers... toying inside...
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[ not yet, but soon. she would laugh if she knew how far ahead his mind keeps surging, only to struggle back in embarrassment and shyness. even she isn't thinking so strongly of nakedness and fornication, of spreading herself on him, of his musician's fingers... toying inside...
...
ah-hhhh. ]
Start with my neck.