[ Sprezzatura is more than happy to hold him; she cradles him close, goosebumps erupting afresh as he pushes himself into her shoe and her shin. there are muscles in her back that work and jump and twitch, and he will be able to feel it. there is simply no way for her to hide what all this has been doing to her. her face is hot and her heart is thumping a steady beat. and now he's drifting his hand towards the ache of her cunt, and she very quickly scraps the idea of making him (making her) wait for it. ]
Go on. Touch. Tell me what you think.
[ he'll feel the brush of her tail coming to coil around his wrist, just to hold. and the gentle movement of Sprezzatura widening her stance for him ]
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Go on. Touch. Tell me what you think.
[ he'll feel the brush of her tail coming to coil around his wrist, just to hold. and the gentle movement of Sprezzatura widening her stance for him ]