[ Dress is long gone but let's say she's wearing some undergarment he can tug on Saya's back arches of the bed, her fingers twining in his hair, breath short and ragged. Not caring one whit about being perfectly shameless. That tea is certainly something. ]
[I am so good at remembering clothing, thank you. She's hardly possessed of much shame without the tea - as is only right, she deserves to enjoy herself fully with her husband of all people - but seeing her extra reactive is a treat. Kantera smooths his hand over her thigh before brushing lightly against her core.]
[ 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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Kantera tugs the top of her dress down and out of the way so he can trail kisses down her chest. Murmuring against her skin: beautiful, beloved.]
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Dress is long gone but let's say she's wearing some undergarment he can tug onSaya's back arches of the bed, her fingers twining in his hair, breath short and ragged. Not caring one whit about being perfectly shameless. That tea is certainly something. ]no subject
I am so good at remembering clothing, thank you.She's hardly possessed of much shame without the tea - as is only right, she deserves to enjoy herself fully with her husband of all people - but seeing her extra reactive is a treat. Kantera smooths his hand over her thigh before brushing lightly against her core.]no subject
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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.