[ mmmmnnnn, is there any nicer sound she could be listening to than that of his breathing right now? she laughs, once, dreamily; it becomes a gasp that stutters out of her while his finger sinks in. without oil, it is slower, tighter, warmer than she's used to. she doesn't... hate it. ]
It needs being wet, Herlock—!
[ on either side of his face, her thigh muscles tremor and tremor and tremor. ]
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It needs being wet, Herlock—!
[ on either side of his face, her thigh muscles tremor and tremor and tremor. ]