[A breath of a moan escapes the redhead as Lilia grinds against him. He's happy to feed into that gesture, using his groping hands to continue that movement, his own hips tipping upward to provide more friction.
That nip of his lip elicits a gasp from Cater, his mouth only opening wider to provide plenty of access, his head tilting back toward the hand in his hair.]
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That nip of his lip elicits a gasp from Cater, his mouth only opening wider to provide plenty of access, his head tilting back toward the hand in his hair.]