[Warm, she's warm and humid where he still cups her, still very aware of every minute movement of her body. He still hasn't bothered to move his hand, even slightly squished between them; why would he?
Finally, the reality of her failed-pun-request manifests in his mind, but where it would have reddened him moments before, there's something about how she says that which makes him simply wish to comply. To please her. To indulge themselves both. His heart beats fast in his chest, so contrarian to the laziness of his limbs.]
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Finally, the reality of her failed-pun-request manifests in his mind, but where it would have reddened him moments before, there's something about how she says that which makes him simply wish to comply. To please her. To indulge themselves both. His heart beats fast in his chest, so contrarian to the laziness of his limbs.]
Such as my face between your legs?