[Pleasure running parallel — it had not been an exaggeration, and it still applies. Her praise is its own ego boost, coiling his belly with a new flare of heat. He loves this sight of her, the musky scent of their sex, the way she wiggles closer to him, unabashedly requesting more.]
And if only you could see yourself, Ms Vaux.
[He will make her wait just long enough for a compliment to be paid in turn, at least. The hand not clasped around her own trails up and down her torso.]
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And if only you could see yourself, Ms Vaux.
[He will make her wait just long enough for a compliment to be paid in turn, at least. The hand not clasped around her own trails up and down her torso.]
A stunning sight. Remarkable in many ways.