look, it's too dangerous for her to admit out loud that what he's doing feels very, very good. her senses are still heightened from their round earlier, her body tender and sensitive and thrumming excitedly from every brush of his hand. admitting that what he's doing feels good is just an invitation for him to do more.
... not that she has to say anything for him to do more, as evident by the kisses he's leaving on her neck, the hand on her breast. lumine bites her lower lip to stifle a moan and keep herself from shivering, giving herself a full moment to calm down before she responds to his instruction, her body instinctively doing what it's told. ]
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look, it's too dangerous for her to admit out loud that what he's doing feels very, very good. her senses are still heightened from their round earlier, her body tender and sensitive and thrumming excitedly from every brush of his hand. admitting that what he's doing feels good is just an invitation for him to do more.
... not that she has to say anything for him to do more, as evident by the kisses he's leaving on her neck, the hand on her breast. lumine bites her lower lip to stifle a moan and keep herself from shivering, giving herself a full moment to calm down before she responds to his instruction, her body instinctively doing what it's told. ]
Is this what you call making things right?