[ she parts warm and so soft, a little purring sigh in her throat. she tries to spread her thighs wider, push her backside into the air, and the hand cradled at the back of his neck tightens and holds him near.
he should moan like this for her all the time (forgetting that he often does). he should compliment her even more than he has—"libertine" sends a giddy thrill straight down to the cool slip of his finger just inside. ]
Oh... lapochka...
[ thinking hazily: two fingers would be better. two fingers nice and seated. maybe three? or... more...
she is not thinking of him much at all when she moves her hand from his cock, leaving him bereft, and worms it from beneath his trousers and underwear, and reaches behind herself to take his wrist and guide him deeper. ]
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he should moan like this for her all the time (forgetting that he often does). he should compliment her even more than he has—"libertine" sends a giddy thrill straight down to the cool slip of his finger just inside. ]
Oh... lapochka...
[ thinking hazily: two fingers would be better. two fingers nice and seated. maybe three? or... more...
she is not thinking of him much at all when she moves her hand from his cock, leaving him bereft, and worms it from beneath his trousers and underwear, and reaches behind herself to take his wrist and guide him deeper. ]