[There's no arguing or resisting that guidance--if anything, he's eager for it, and pushes his fingers up a little faster, pushing against her grip and tracing up along the inside her thigh, up and up. His breath is already a little short, but that can't be helped, that's down to the tone of her voice and the close press of her body and where his hand is, well beneath her skirt now--]
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And have I earned it, miss?