His praise makes her heart flutter. She has such a sweet husband.
She decides she doesn't care WHERE the cleaning staff think all of the feathers came from in the morning, and manifests her wings with a snap and a rush of displaced air. She flexes them forward to support her upper body weight so she can touch him too.
Her mouth and her hands are all over his chest, his arms, the top of his abdomen. Caressing, kissing, rubbing, seeking out sensitive places.
She chuckles when his body arches, when he grinds against her, wanting more. "I'll give you more, gladly," she purrs. Rocks her hips a little faster, harder, shifts her position just slightly so he's teasing just the edges of the sensitive places between her legs.
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She decides she doesn't care WHERE the cleaning staff think all of the feathers came from in the morning, and manifests her wings with a snap and a rush of displaced air. She flexes them forward to support her upper body weight so she can touch him too.
Her mouth and her hands are all over his chest, his arms, the top of his abdomen. Caressing, kissing, rubbing, seeking out sensitive places.
She chuckles when his body arches, when he grinds against her, wanting more. "I'll give you more, gladly," she purrs. Rocks her hips a little faster, harder, shifts her position just slightly so he's teasing just the edges of the sensitive places between her legs.