Lips parted a little, he breathes against her own, his fingertips sliding down her slit, only briefly prodding at her open before they draw up to her clit, rounding the sensitive spot in slow and careful circles, wanting to see and hear her squirm.
"You feel so good, Trish. I love it... when you're this wet already."
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Lips parted a little, he breathes against her own, his fingertips sliding down her slit, only briefly prodding at her open before they draw up to her clit, rounding the sensitive spot in slow and careful circles, wanting to see and hear her squirm.
"You feel so good, Trish. I love it... when you're this wet already."