[the little presses and touches keep drawing soft murmurs from her, and when his fingers start moving in that steady rhythm it changes into a little groan of pleasure as she moves ever-so-slightly to meet him for each press. it's hard to ignore the way his fingers are slowly being coated or the way she's snug around him, just like it's probably hard to ignore the sharp, slow breaths against his neck to keep herself focused.
i did not want to think about his underwear situation until i realized she would have given it to him. we're just not addressing this. regardless, her hand is a little more certain than his, palm rubbing over him even as she grins in the face of his shyness.]
This okay...? [how she has the audacity to say this when she's still trying to ride his fingers, who the fuck can say.]
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i did not want to think about his underwear situation until i realized she would have given it to him. we're just not addressing this. regardless, her hand is a little more certain than his, palm rubbing over him even as she grins in the face of his shyness.]
This okay...? [how she has the audacity to say this when she's still trying to ride his fingers, who the fuck can say.]