[ almost better than even the scratches is that bite at her skin, the graze of her teeth making her shudder with delight as it's paired with the rubbing strokes to her nipple, amplifying the arousal that courses all through her body. it even draws out a groan from her throat, rumbled and deep before it transforms into a lighter whimper, needy with desire.
it makes her more eager to brush up that shirt, yanking that and the girl's bra upwards until it bundles up high at her chest, giving her that freedom to offer her own groping palm, massaging up over her breast before she pinches her fingers to a nipple. ]
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it makes her more eager to brush up that shirt, yanking that and the girl's bra upwards until it bundles up high at her chest, giving her that freedom to offer her own groping palm, massaging up over her breast before she pinches her fingers to a nipple. ]