"Tomorrow, perhaps," she muses. "Tonight I would be desired and enjoyed by my husband, would have his hands on me."
She kisses his neck, gentle. "Want you," she whispers against his skin, a hint of a growl in her tone. Her hands seek out the pins that hold his chiton on, deftly maneuver the one on the left shoulder out of the fabric.
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Date: 2024-09-15 11:00 pm (UTC)She kisses his neck, gentle. "Want you," she whispers against his skin, a hint of a growl in her tone. Her hands seek out the pins that hold his chiton on, deftly maneuver the one on the left shoulder out of the fabric.