Once she's gotten him well lubricated, she wipes what little is left of the preening oil off on his thighs.
She just admires him for a moment, her gaze dark with want. "You are a vision, especially against this silk."
She shifts her weight. "But I can't get the image of my straddling you while you're sitting up out of my head. Touching and tasting each other, feeling you get worked up the whole time..." The arousal that mental image provokes clear in her voice.
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Date: 2024-07-13 08:38 pm (UTC)She just admires him for a moment, her gaze dark with want. "You are a vision, especially against this silk."
She shifts her weight. "But I can't get the image of my straddling you while you're sitting up out of my head. Touching and tasting each other, feeling you get worked up the whole time..." The arousal that mental image provokes clear in her voice.