[ The feel of his hands is electric, and the way his tongue slides across her skin, warm and wet, draws a little moan out of her.
Maybe this is moving faster than she thought it would, but damn if she hasn't been wanting him all evening. She hikes up her dress, wanting to feel the press of his hips as she slowly grinds against him. ]
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Maybe this is moving faster than she thought it would, but damn if she hasn't been wanting him all evening. She hikes up her dress, wanting to feel the press of his hips as she slowly grinds against him. ]