[She bites her lower lip as she holds back another moan, wanting to get actual words across despite the marvelous sensations she is feeling. Her head tilts to her side as her hips buck up into those fingers stroking her, glad for the intensity but...]
I want you to-aah!
[Damn them and that spot as she tries to keep her legs still. And he's right there and refusing to use those skillful, sinful hands of his.]
I want your hands to touch me. Please, I need your touch-!
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I want you to-aah!
[Damn them and that spot as she tries to keep her legs still. And he's right there and refusing to use those skillful, sinful hands of his.]
I want your hands to touch me. Please, I need your touch-!