[ Surely by now, they've risen to the challenge the painting set out for them, but Aerith's too far removed from somewhere that thought might occur to her. Just like the idea of coming to her senses and putting some space between herself and Tseng, it's a notion that becomes increasingly more distant the longer she's pressed up against him like this. She can feel her hips rock, urged on by the hand he slides under her skirt to palm her ass, and the rising pitch of her desire, spurred on by his mouth on hers and the firm press of his hardening cock against her hip.
Not wanting to give up the fingers purposefully caught in the silk of his hair, Aerith spares one hand to run down Tseng's body, curious and eager as she lets her palm flatten against him, feeling out the shape of him before settling on his hip. Through the haze, there are at least a few molecules of restraint hanging on, making her hesitate for a respectable ten whole seconds before want wins out again, and her palm moves to massage his cock through his jeans. ]
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Not wanting to give up the fingers purposefully caught in the silk of his hair, Aerith spares one hand to run down Tseng's body, curious and eager as she lets her palm flatten against him, feeling out the shape of him before settling on his hip. Through the haze, there are at least a few molecules of restraint hanging on, making her hesitate for a respectable ten whole seconds before want wins out again, and her palm moves to massage his cock through his jeans. ]