[ bliss, he says, but also, you. that makes her laugh again, sable this time; she reaches between, slips her fingertips through the wetness beading at the tip of him ]
I would take my time. [ there's warmth there, in her tone, but also an affectation of poutiness. her fingers slip up again, now to smear his lips with his own precome... if he allows it. ] But precisely what grand plans are you thinking?
[ it would be its own pleasure, she's sure, for him to detail it. she likes hearing him talk. ]
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I would take my time. [ there's warmth there, in her tone, but also an affectation of poutiness. her fingers slip up again, now to smear his lips with his own precome... if he allows it. ] But precisely what grand plans are you thinking?
[ it would be its own pleasure, she's sure, for him to detail it. she likes hearing him talk. ]