[ He thinks he gets the gist. Green as in...traffic lights, right? Green means go. There's only a brief wrinkle of confusion before it clears and he nods, slipping low once more.
Ah. And the inside of his thigh is so warm, so smooth. It bears pausing to admire, to kiss along the inner curve and breath deep, before finding a particularly tender spot to lay a new love bite into.
One he'll agitate when walking, preferably. Let him remember this after he's left for the day. ]
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[ He thinks he gets the gist. Green as in...traffic lights, right? Green means go. There's only a brief wrinkle of confusion before it clears and he nods, slipping low once more.
Ah. And the inside of his thigh is so warm, so smooth. It bears pausing to admire, to kiss along the inner curve and breath deep, before finding a particularly tender spot to lay a new love bite into.
One he'll agitate when walking, preferably. Let him remember this after he's left for the day. ]