[ He's never really been shy about how he feels about her body, or how she's made him feel in turn, not since that first meeting out in the street where he'd practically been weak at the knees every time she touched him. It might not be immediately obvious now -- though maybe as long as she keeps her attention above his waist -- but he doesn't drop his hand, nor does he try to hide the way his own breath catches as she guides him to cup the soft warm weight of her bare breast.
The hard damp bud of her nipple presses against his palm. He notices, for the first time, a sweet milky note in the air; the urge to do exactly what she's asking is almost overwhelming, a desire to press himself into her running through him, arousal starting to ache in his hardening dick. He recognises that look in her eyes and is glad to see it. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I do. [ Gently, he presses broad fingertips into the curve of her tit, pushing gently against it with his hand. ]
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The hard damp bud of her nipple presses against his palm. He notices, for the first time, a sweet milky note in the air; the urge to do exactly what she's asking is almost overwhelming, a desire to press himself into her running through him, arousal starting to ache in his hardening dick. He recognises that look in her eyes and is glad to see it. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I do. [ Gently, he presses broad fingertips into the curve of her tit, pushing gently against it with his hand. ]