[ when he draws away for that split second, she wonders in that short instance if he might be regretting the motion. he could be, given how complicated their history is, the way their respective sides make any closeness like this a bit too strange to steer into. but she watches him toss away his sunglasses, her own eyes caught in the exposure of his as she hears the clatter of the shades hitting upon the floor. for someone so invested in keeping those on at any given moment, it draws her back for him to discard them so easily now, and possibly that's why when he moves in to kiss her again, she's pressing against his lips even more eagerly than she had before.
his hands dip down into her underwear, something he'll likely have to help her slip out of eventually regardless, but for now, palms cup over her ass and draw out another soft moan between their mouths, the wet heat of her tongue lapping to chase his in turn, heavily slick as she feels that rising hunger in the pit of her stomach and lower still in the ache of her dampening cunt for more.
she moves her own fingers, curving down over his belly to slip low to his crotch, her touch seeking out the outline of his cock and tracing over it slowly. with a gliding massage, she begins to stroke, a light graze to start, simply testing the boundaries, before a kneading from her palm works to seek trying to ease the shape into hardening for her. ]
Is thisβ is this okay? [ she breathes between their mouths, as if maybe this still hasn't gone too far, as if to test is maybe a line should be drawn despite her increased desire towards ignoring any internal warnings. ]
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his hands dip down into her underwear, something he'll likely have to help her slip out of eventually regardless, but for now, palms cup over her ass and draw out another soft moan between their mouths, the wet heat of her tongue lapping to chase his in turn, heavily slick as she feels that rising hunger in the pit of her stomach and lower still in the ache of her dampening cunt for more.
she moves her own fingers, curving down over his belly to slip low to his crotch, her touch seeking out the outline of his cock and tracing over it slowly. with a gliding massage, she begins to stroke, a light graze to start, simply testing the boundaries, before a kneading from her palm works to seek trying to ease the shape into hardening for her. ]
Is thisβ is this okay? [ she breathes between their mouths, as if maybe this still hasn't gone too far, as if to test is maybe a line should be drawn despite her increased desire towards ignoring any internal warnings. ]