[ The heat within her is not all-encompassing anymore, as if his touch had given her the opportunity to relinquish some of it with the force of her release on his fingers, and she doesn't even have it in her to feel embarrassed about practically drenching his hand, but the kiss between them still feels infused with fire, her tongue meeting his with a readiness that speaks to a willingness to continue.
She breaks from him only slightly, just enough to whisper across the shape of his mouth, her lips tender and swollen from the fervor with which they've already been rediscovering one another. ]
Don't you want to fuck me? [ Her arm shifts, enough for her to fit her hand into the diminished space that exists between their bodies so she can map the line of his cock through his pants, grinding her palm against the shape of him in an effort to make him groan aloud for her. Giving him a chance to say no, now that he's assisted her — because this next part won't necessarily be about coming to her aid anymore. ]
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She breaks from him only slightly, just enough to whisper across the shape of his mouth, her lips tender and swollen from the fervor with which they've already been rediscovering one another. ]
Don't you want to fuck me? [ Her arm shifts, enough for her to fit her hand into the diminished space that exists between their bodies so she can map the line of his cock through his pants, grinding her palm against the shape of him in an effort to make him groan aloud for her. Giving him a chance to say no, now that he's assisted her — because this next part won't necessarily be about coming to her aid anymore. ]