[He's more than willing to be patient and allow her all the time she needs to fumble his shirt open. It gives him leeway to lean back against the back of the chaise again—a satisfied exhale upon doing so—while still keeping his hand cupped between her legs, just to feel. No reason other than that, beyond the fact that she appears to encourage it with the winding of her tail around his wrist.]
Thank you...
[And yet, given the opportunity, he can't help himself: he pushes up a little with his palm, a gentle rub.]
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Thank you...
[And yet, given the opportunity, he can't help himself: he pushes up a little with his palm, a gentle rub.]