[ She lets her gaze drift up to meet his, half hidden behind a fringe of thick, dark lashes, her eyes darkening a shade in reaction when his fingers find slicked skin. her hips arch up a a bit to meet that touch, seeking out more of it, unable to hold still any more than he can. She wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, parted on a breath that hitches audibly when his fingers brush over a particularly sensitive spot.
Her thumb slides up over the swollen tip of him, tracing against the slit at its tip, her fingers still warm and firm around him. ]
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Her thumb slides up over the swollen tip of him, tracing against the slit at its tip, her fingers still warm and firm around him. ]