[ Finally, nothing was hidden under even a single strip of cloth. Hungrily, Lilia ends up staring down at Cater's own erection, his eyes shifting back and forth between his face and that. Who knew he could get Cater so needy like this?
His hand fumbles around on the bed for the small bottle of lube he'd grabbed earlier. His fingertips grasp the bottle, and it's soon shoved against Cater's chest. ]
My nails are too sharp-- [ Finally, for a split second, Lilia seems overly flustered, looking away from Cater, trying to hide his flushed face by avoiding his gaze. ]
You should get me ready. If that's alright with you.
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His hand fumbles around on the bed for the small bottle of lube he'd grabbed earlier. His fingertips grasp the bottle, and it's soon shoved against Cater's chest. ]
My nails are too sharp-- [ Finally, for a split second, Lilia seems overly flustered, looking away from Cater, trying to hide his flushed face by avoiding his gaze. ]
You should get me ready. If that's alright with you.