[He's already sucking at her again by the time she instructs him to rearrange the angle of his hand, so all Sprezzatura will hear is a murmured affirmation that vibrates up his throat and in his mouth; diligently, he follows instruction the best he can, though the result is a little clumsy, a little groping, when they're so closely snug together.
His fingers, they slide out, a sound not suited for polite company, indeed. He moves his hand around to the front of her, slipping down, fingers nudging through her folds to insert them again. Even without her saying so, he realizes why this is preferred — he can reach in more deeply. He can cup her... more fully, which he does, raising his hand up at an angle so his palm smears against her, so he sinks in deeply.]
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His fingers, they slide out, a sound not suited for polite company, indeed. He moves his hand around to the front of her, slipping down, fingers nudging through her folds to insert them again. Even without her saying so, he realizes why this is preferred — he can reach in more deeply. He can cup her... more fully, which he does, raising his hand up at an angle so his palm smears against her, so he sinks in deeply.]
Mmn?
[Better?]