[ She doesn't have to wriggle around very much to have that effect on him, not when she's planted right there in his lap, entirely at his mercy. He lets out a short breath as she softly describes that fantasy, his imagination picking up the rest, negotiating those delicious lines of tension and need and propriety. ]
Yeah. Yeah. [ He breathes the words beside her ear, his fingertips finding her clit and drawing circles around it, the movements stiff and constricted by the space he's got in her shorts and not really all that slow. ] Pretty sure I could lose it without even moving like that. Think you can stay quiet?
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Yeah. Yeah. [ He breathes the words beside her ear, his fingertips finding her clit and drawing circles around it, the movements stiff and constricted by the space he's got in her shorts and not really all that slow. ] Pretty sure I could lose it without even moving like that. Think you can stay quiet?