[He is rather familiar with the nature of women’s clothing and their undergarments, though certainly not because of any particularly… intimate reasons. But it just means he knows how to navigate without even looking, through touch alone. And it’s touch that he indulges in idly, particularly interested in the taut formation of muscle right at the base of her tail. She really is a well-built woman, he thinks — admittedly rather dumbly because the opium really doesn’t allow him to analyze much deeper than that.
Anyway. She’s touching him now. Really touching him, and Sholmes stutters a pleased and surprised noise both, arching straight into her hand. His cock twitches excitedly in response. He feels so warm that he might melt in the spot.]
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Anyway. She’s touching him now. Really touching him, and Sholmes stutters a pleased and surprised noise both, arching straight into her hand. His cock twitches excitedly in response. He feels so warm that he might melt in the spot.]
And… with such deft hands, too…