She rubbed down on him right back, her breath shallow and heavy as he left trails of tingling, warm skin in his wake. His touch was light and eager and she liked it, liked how careful he was, how he hesitated before reaching past her lacy underwear, over the bare, smooth, wet skin. The moment his fingers slid past her throbbing clit she closed her eyes and moaned. "Yes," she whispered, and started to ride his touch for more, her fingers reaching to pinch and rub and tease her breasts.
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Date: 2010-01-22 03:46 am (UTC)