[ Yes, well. Where's the fun in shame? She'd much rather gasp and moan at his touch, tensing in surprise at the intensity, how the heat in her surges immediately. Her eyes go from red to gold in an instant as her hips curl toward him, seeking his touch. Needy and desperate. ]
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[When she needs his touch like this, he could never deny her. He slips a finger inside her, moving in and out in a steady rhythm.]
I've got you, dear.