[Of course he’s beautiful. Tempting. Should self-control go flying out the window, he would like to do more than just have her bent over his knee, sprawled across him— But this is about her right now, not him.
He palms at her rear again, soothing where it had been stinging just before. That same hand, though, travels a little further down, until his touch is little more than the press of two fingers that tease in the spot she’s pressed tight. Her folds, slick and warm, with the cloth of her panties pushed out of the way.]
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He palms at her rear again, soothing where it had been stinging just before. That same hand, though, travels a little further down, until his touch is little more than the press of two fingers that tease in the spot she’s pressed tight. Her folds, slick and warm, with the cloth of her panties pushed out of the way.]
Relax. Just a little more.