[She knows her body; he knows her body, too. He knows just how to touch her, just the spot, his long fingers practically magic at this point. She reaches down to touch his cock, not stroke, but just press her fingers against him as she whimpers against his mouth.]
You don't have to wait for me.
[She kisses him hard, but grinds down against his hand anyway, a rush of fluid suddenly against his hand, his wrist, and her cunt is pulsing as she gasps. She takes a breath, her eyes shut tight as she cries out and curls down against him.
He doesn't ever have to wait for her, but he does, and that means more than she can actually communicate.]
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Push up.
[She knows her body; he knows her body, too. He knows just how to touch her, just the spot, his long fingers practically magic at this point. She reaches down to touch his cock, not stroke, but just press her fingers against him as she whimpers against his mouth.]
You don't have to wait for me.
[She kisses him hard, but grinds down against his hand anyway, a rush of fluid suddenly against his hand, his wrist, and her cunt is pulsing as she gasps. She takes a breath, her eyes shut tight as she cries out and curls down against him.
He doesn't ever have to wait for her, but he does, and that means more than she can actually communicate.]