( listen here. no foot stuff happening, ya nasty!!!1
but, anyway.
it's true; for someone so large and, at times, brutal without much care, he can be terribly gentle when the time calls for it. and, regardless of this being some stupid, silly ""movie"" at the behest of whoever the hell is in charge here, manuela requires a light touch. for now, at least. this is supposed to be some taboo affair between a married employer and a younger employee. so, he should be somewhat coy until they take that upcoming turn. and, quite frankly, manuela should be thinking about what his hands can do, because they're eventually going to be doing it. whatever that it may be, anyway.
he isn't particularly inclined to play the part of the uninitiated fool who doesn't know what's going on; if he really tried, he might be able to pull it off, but he doesn't really want to. were this a real scenario, and not some made up fantasy, where he had the green light from the other person, he wouldn't hold himself back. why should he now? manuela is giving him the opportunity to please her, so sylus is going to grasp that with both hands and do just that. because, after all, there's nothing wrong with showing a beautiful woman appreciation.
it's why his finger curls around the loop of the bow that sits against the center of her back and pulls just enough to untie it, then brushes it away so her back is now fully exposed. not that it wasn't really before, but whatever. )
Well, we don't want that. do we.
( lifting the bottle, he pours more sunscreen into his hands, rubs them together, then once more sweeps them over her back. he moves his hands over her shoulders, and part of her arms, before settling against her waist. his thumbs press lightly against her back and, briefly ( deliriously almost ), he wonders if his hands could fit all the way around. )
u did everyone saw
but, anyway.
it's true; for someone so large and, at times, brutal without much care, he can be terribly gentle when the time calls for it. and, regardless of this being some stupid, silly ""movie"" at the behest of whoever the hell is in charge here, manuela requires a light touch. for now, at least. this is supposed to be some taboo affair between a married employer and a younger employee. so, he should be somewhat coy until they take that upcoming turn. and, quite frankly, manuela should be thinking about what his hands can do, because they're eventually going to be doing it. whatever that it may be, anyway.
he isn't particularly inclined to play the part of the uninitiated fool who doesn't know what's going on; if he really tried, he might be able to pull it off, but he doesn't really want to. were this a real scenario, and not some made up fantasy, where he had the green light from the other person, he wouldn't hold himself back. why should he now? manuela is giving him the opportunity to please her, so sylus is going to grasp that with both hands and do just that. because, after all, there's nothing wrong with showing a beautiful woman appreciation.
it's why his finger curls around the loop of the bow that sits against the center of her back and pulls just enough to untie it, then brushes it away so her back is now fully exposed. not that it wasn't really before, but whatever. )
Well, we don't want that. do we.
( lifting the bottle, he pours more sunscreen into his hands, rubs them together, then once more sweeps them over her back. he moves his hands over her shoulders, and part of her arms, before settling against her waist. his thumbs press lightly against her back and, briefly ( deliriously almost ), he wonders if his hands could fit all the way around. )
Should I do the front as well?