[What's a little prickling of blood amid a pleasurable kiss? Nothing at all. Thankfully, her tusks do not quite pierce the surface of his skin, and even if they did, it's unlikely he would care too terribly about a small scrape. Not like this; not when she's drawn closer, her knees bracing him against both sides, pressing them together in a remarkably wonderful way.
And in other ways, remarkably frustrating, given that she undoubtedly brushes against the length of his cock via nearness alone. He must busy his hands now, as though seeking stimulation elsewhere -- his free one glides down her backside, squeezing her ass, not unlike their time spent in the grave together.]
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And in other ways, remarkably frustrating, given that she undoubtedly brushes against the length of his cock via nearness alone. He must busy his hands now, as though seeking stimulation elsewhere -- his free one glides down her backside, squeezing her ass, not unlike their time spent in the grave together.]