[ oh, but at the mention, she craves it again. another puff. that warm languidness. how it was to linger on the knife's edge of a change between them and feel the charge in the air skate across her skin.
grunting, she tugs her tail out from its painful bend beneath her. the face of conceiving, perhaps, that he will be a one pump chump. so to speak. ]
[Says the guy who gets to fuck a beautiful woman. It is an experiment, a curiosity at its most empirical; and a simple glimpse into the connection that they might share in the future at its most sentimental.
Lowers himself to kiss at the corner of her mouth when she moves her tail aside. The warm press of his cock against her is impossible to miss like this.]
It's me wanting... desperately to know my wife better.
[ this is a teenage boy, a boy with a lightning mind, his curiosity piqued for the first time, discovering a desire to unravel and learn of things he had never seen the need for prior. and he is very high.
the off-aimed kiss. the slender line of heat straining against her inner thigh. her heart flutters; Sprezzatura closes her eyes and kisses the corner of his mouth in return. ]
Ahh. You pose good argument.
[ does he???
either way, wriggling now to get her legs up on either side of his hips. an easy way in. ]
[TMW YOU REALIZE SHOLMES STILL HAS HIS PANTS MOSTLY ON-]
Irrefutable.
[Is it.
While she wiggles, her legs seeking the frame him, he realizes he must at least push his trousers and aught with them down. This, too, is a bit of a clumsy struggle, his hips wiggling to shuffle them down, down... He manages, though, via sheer determination. The heat of him nudges against her the entire time.]
[ she'd nearly think he's doing it on purpose. to drive her out of her mind. clumsy hands begin the work of his blouse, long after he requested its removal.
all but growling, all but whining, ] Bare to me, bare to me. Show me every inch.
[He barely manages to get his pants shuffled down to his thighs, before he can free up his arms to try to... wiggle out of his shirt as she undoes each button. Sorry. The wiggling is just inevitable and unavoidable, but moreso since he's going to have to try to get out of his sleeves once able to.]
I will, I'm going to...
[A strange hurried eagerness, bolstered by her words. Need this shirt... off... now.]
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grunting, she tugs her tail out from its painful bend beneath her. the face of conceiving, perhaps, that he will be a one pump chump. so to speak. ]
This is mistake...
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Hm. I don't think so.
[Says the guy who gets to fuck a beautiful woman. It is an experiment, a curiosity at its most empirical; and a simple glimpse into the connection that they might share in the future at its most sentimental.
Lowers himself to kiss at the corner of her mouth when she moves her tail aside. The warm press of his cock against her is impossible to miss like this.]
It's me wanting... desperately to know my wife better.
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the off-aimed kiss. the slender line of heat straining against her inner thigh. her heart flutters; Sprezzatura closes her eyes and kisses the corner of his mouth in return. ]
Ahh. You pose good argument.
[ does he???
either way, wriggling now to get her legs up on either side of his hips. an easy way in. ]
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Irrefutable.
[Is it.
While she wiggles, her legs seeking the frame him, he realizes he must at least push his trousers and aught with them down. This, too, is a bit of a clumsy struggle, his hips wiggling to shuffle them down, down... He manages, though, via sheer determination. The heat of him nudges against her the entire time.]
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all but growling, all but whining, ] Bare to me, bare to me. Show me every inch.
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I will, I'm going to...
[A strange hurried eagerness, bolstered by her words. Need this shirt... off... now.]