[ It's eager and hitched, her tongue teasing against his bottom lip as she bounces a little. Rose grabs one of his hands from her hips and presses it over the fabric of the dress, squeezing his fingers around her breast. The chair creaks beneath them as they move, and she lets go to press her hands on the back of it, each side of his shoulders.
She grinds down against him, slow and firm, her exhale shaking. They're good at this. At finding solace in each other's bodies. She can always feel the tension that lurks beneath his skin, because it's often in her too. So why shouldn't they find a way to release it together? Why shouldn't she have this? Her thoughts are a mess as she presses her lips to his throat, the pounding of his pulse making her hum and move her hips harder. ]
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[ It's eager and hitched, her tongue teasing against his bottom lip as she bounces a little. Rose grabs one of his hands from her hips and presses it over the fabric of the dress, squeezing his fingers around her breast. The chair creaks beneath them as they move, and she lets go to press her hands on the back of it, each side of his shoulders.
She grinds down against him, slow and firm, her exhale shaking. They're good at this. At finding solace in each other's bodies. She can always feel the tension that lurks beneath his skin, because it's often in her too. So why shouldn't they find a way to release it together? Why shouldn't she have this? Her thoughts are a mess as she presses her lips to his throat, the pounding of his pulse making her hum and move her hips harder. ]