[ as with all Victorian women's drawers, there is nothing beneath and through the open crotch besides... well. we shan't say. he can feel the taut muscle of her tail, and the dip of her tailbone turning into her buttocks. ]
I will touch you more.
[ practically a murmur. practically too low to hear. and she reaches deeper into the vee, underneath his underclothes, until her fingers touch—and then curl beneath—the heated arch of his cock. it's like the first time... every time. but for one of them, especially this time. ]
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I will touch you more.
[ practically a murmur. practically too low to hear. and she reaches deeper into the vee, underneath his underclothes, until her fingers touch—and then curl beneath—the heated arch of his cock. it's like the first time... every time. but for one of them, especially this time. ]