[ scratching an itch would naturally bring some relief, but lorna doesn't expect it to feel as good as it does, to feel as arousing as it does. caught up in the daze of feeling those scraping nails, in the way they move across her skin, in wanting them to simply keep going, she doesn't even give attention to keeping herself covered up, careless in even trying to keep the jacket covering up her breasts.
as she shudders, her nipples tighten, pointed now with newly strained arousal instead of just the cold rain and her breath falls heavier, nearing a pant as she aches for more. ]
I'm not fragile. [ she utters, eyes opening half-lidded as she looks at her, her fingers falling over her wrist before they graze gently across her arms, encouragingly, as she guides her with her while taking a few steps back, until she feel the support of a wall braced against her. ] Give me more.
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as she shudders, her nipples tighten, pointed now with newly strained arousal instead of just the cold rain and her breath falls heavier, nearing a pant as she aches for more. ]
I'm not fragile. [ she utters, eyes opening half-lidded as she looks at her, her fingers falling over her wrist before they graze gently across her arms, encouragingly, as she guides her with her while taking a few steps back, until she feel the support of a wall braced against her. ] Give me more.