[Kissing her lips, hand guided between her legs. She needn't guide him for much more than that, his fingers already brushing along that damp cloth, applying gentle friction.]
Very well. Then drape yourself over my knee, Sprezzatura. That will be my last gentle ask for now.
["Fun" she says. He cannot claim that it would be otherwise; the possibilities already dance in his mind as his fingertips graze across her panties.]
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Very well. Then drape yourself over my knee, Sprezzatura. That will be my last gentle ask for now.
["Fun" she says. He cannot claim that it would be otherwise; the possibilities already dance in his mind as his fingertips graze across her panties.]