[ that Victorian open crotch nearly seems made for her, it's true. as though somehow this world had known to one day expect her, and at least in this one way, had prepared. his hands are so close. she can feel the coolness of the room teasing itself between her legs, where she has become damp, where her lips tingle with the desire to be paid attention to. little pleasures straight from her tail to her cunt. it's not a long way to go.
his stutter all but rolls off his lips and across her cheek like a caress; she inhales as though she might taste. this inexperience of his holds deep allure. ]
Go on, then.
[ her hand has fallen still, as though she can't focus on the two things at once. ]
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his stutter all but rolls off his lips and across her cheek like a caress; she inhales as though she might taste. this inexperience of his holds deep allure. ]
Go on, then.
[ her hand has fallen still, as though she can't focus on the two things at once. ]