[What a uniquely appealing color, he thinks, noting the swath of darker indigo spreading subtly across the contours of her sternum. He pins these details with his eyes; commits them to memory for however long they will stay nestled in his mind. For the length of this particular encounter, he will make a note to see just how far the shade will spread.
Even kneeling, the fullness of her breasts is still well within his capacity to give them the attention she requests, and both hands reach to fondle them appropriately. Kneads them in his ever inspecting fingers, thumbs stroking at her nipples. Sholmes' gaze remains observant of her face.]
no subject
Even kneeling, the fullness of her breasts is still well within his capacity to give them the attention she requests, and both hands reach to fondle them appropriately. Kneads them in his ever inspecting fingers, thumbs stroking at her nipples. Sholmes' gaze remains observant of her face.]
If that is what you want.
[All that much easier to please her.]