[ she's relieved to find there's no hesitance once she gives the approval, that as soon as she requests for more, it's what she gets in the form of sliding nails that glide down across her skin, driving down and across the expanse of whatever she's able to expose.
lorna doesn't think of composure or control anymore, driven now by those scratches like sharp points of stimulation, feeling every scrape dig beneath her like a fiery heat burning hotter with every touch.
she arches herself into it, breath panting a little heavier as her fingers slide tighter around the wrist of the outstretched arm, her other hand reaching out to clutch the girl at her hip, urging her in closer. ]
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lorna doesn't think of composure or control anymore, driven now by those scratches like sharp points of stimulation, feeling every scrape dig beneath her like a fiery heat burning hotter with every touch.
she arches herself into it, breath panting a little heavier as her fingers slide tighter around the wrist of the outstretched arm, her other hand reaching out to clutch the girl at her hip, urging her in closer. ]