[ a creeping smile, pressed affectionately to his mouth, as Sprezzatura sinks closer and closer and closer to him, simply pooling wherever his body dips. she's so warm. kissing him like this could go on... forever... ]
It's good, isn't it?
[ she whispers this between kissing, bringing her palm up to hold his cheek. ]
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It's good, isn't it?
[ she whispers this between kissing, bringing her palm up to hold his cheek. ]