Lucky me. [It's saccharine and sincere, and she sinks into it, licks at his teeth and savors his squirming, feels precious in his arms. Feels fortunate.] I do like to keep my hand in.
[She waggles her eyebrows in case he missed it, but it's dark and their faces are close together and the effect might be lost - so she enforces her point by tweaking his nipples, then dropping her hands to hold him around his waist. She scratches at the sensitive skin at small of his back, above the line of his trousers, and then his lips are still right there so she has to have those too. As she leans in, she arches, pushing back against his hands, encouraging him to wrinkle her blouse.]
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[She waggles her eyebrows in case he missed it, but it's dark and their faces are close together and the effect might be lost - so she enforces her point by tweaking his nipples, then dropping her hands to hold him around his waist. She scratches at the sensitive skin at small of his back, above the line of his trousers, and then his lips are still right there so she has to have those too. As she leans in, she arches, pushing back against his hands, encouraging him to wrinkle her blouse.]