[ even half-naked as she is, somehow it's all still too much clothing, even when a part of herself acknowledges that this isn't even the right place to be doing this, but not finding that she even cares too much. the thrill of those nails has her wanting more and more, especially when kisa's grinding so hard on her thigh that all lorna wants to do is replace her leg with her fingers or her mouth and do a little more to give her more direct pleasure.
but it's all a lot at once, so much to desire, so much to think about, and she's driven to not think at all when a mouth presses down stronger kisses to her throat, coaxing her to draw her head back and welcome every bit of suction, every caress.
with the palm at her breast, the firm rub tightening her nipple against that touch, she craves more access of her own, fingers dipping beneath her shirt for a massaging caress along her side, not caring if she can take it off completely somehow or if she can just lift it enough for her to offer a groping touch of her own. ]
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but it's all a lot at once, so much to desire, so much to think about, and she's driven to not think at all when a mouth presses down stronger kisses to her throat, coaxing her to draw her head back and welcome every bit of suction, every caress.
with the palm at her breast, the firm rub tightening her nipple against that touch, she craves more access of her own, fingers dipping beneath her shirt for a massaging caress along her side, not caring if she can take it off completely somehow or if she can just lift it enough for her to offer a groping touch of her own. ]