[ She slides her fingers down along the waistline of his pants, tracing it around his side until she comes to the button and zipper, her nails teasing against his skin as she moves though not enough to scratch. A flick of her thumb as the button undone and the zip lowering, although she takes advantage of his position to slide her hand down, pressing against his length, still tucked beneath the soft fabric of his underwear. It's pushing things a little further than they've gone so far, but she'd felt him pressed against her hip when he'd rolled his body against hers. ]
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Good.