[ as far as she can tell there’s no real plot to this thing, and this is coming from a woman who can’t ever tell a story in sequential order. but she’s comfy right where she’s at, finishing the last of her beer with an idle swig and leaning forward to set the empty bottle down before resuming her original seat in the cradle of his body. ]
There. [ and she’s not even going to do anything to pull away, not even extricate herself to order pizza yet — although she thinks they might do plenty to work up an appetite eventually.
and then she squirms on him, shrinking from his stroking fingers across her abdomen with a chuckle in her throat, finally offering that explanation as she tips her head back and looks at him from a slanted angle. ] Tickles.
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There. [ and she’s not even going to do anything to pull away, not even extricate herself to order pizza yet — although she thinks they might do plenty to work up an appetite eventually.
and then she squirms on him, shrinking from his stroking fingers across her abdomen with a chuckle in her throat, finally offering that explanation as she tips her head back and looks at him from a slanted angle. ] Tickles.