[Her tail really does give so much away, but he barely has time to register its tightening coil around herself before her touch sends an electrical thrill up and down his spine. The attention was expected—it was the only logical place this was going to go—but he cannot stop his body’s instinctive reaction. He would not want to. Sholmes sucks in a breath, muscles in his stomach growing taut in response.
There is pride in knowing that she enjoys what she sees; it would register more brightly if his mind wasn’t hazy with the want of more stimulation than just a finger gliding up the underside of his cock. The tip of it beads with precome, and they’ve barely done more than touch each other.]
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There is pride in knowing that she enjoys what she sees; it would register more brightly if his mind wasn’t hazy with the want of more stimulation than just a finger gliding up the underside of his cock. The tip of it beads with precome, and they’ve barely done more than touch each other.]
Satisfactory to you, Sprezzatura?