[ Good thing she enjoys his growling so much, because she gets another similar sound when his fingertips trace over her barely-there underwear, a tiny piece of fabric that he loves so much he can't even think to get it off of her. ]
God, Sara...
[ He groans and shudders, their kiss breaking with a slow buck of his hips, pressing up into her hand. His own fingers curl and rub against the flimsy fabric, slipping past and between her folds. ]
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God, Sara...
[ He groans and shudders, their kiss breaking with a slow buck of his hips, pressing up into her hand. His own fingers curl and rub against the flimsy fabric, slipping past and between her folds. ]