[ She sighs into his kiss, pressing a trail down his jaw, his neck, hands pushing the fabric of his shirt up his stomach and chest.
As his leg shifts between hers, she’s only too happy to let herself grind down on his thigh, the cotton of his pants and the silk of her underwear giving her good friction to start. ]
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As his leg shifts between hers, she’s only too happy to let herself grind down on his thigh, the cotton of his pants and the silk of her underwear giving her good friction to start. ]