I call 'em like I [the pinch makes her gasp monkey feathers on an arctic sea turtle!] see. Them.
[She digs her heels into his back and thrusts her hips up. Oh come ON! He's doing this deliberately. He always does. Touching her just so, little teasing hints of pleasure but not enough to build on. Little bites of a feast that never make a meal.]
action;
[She digs her heels into his back and thrusts her hips up. Oh come ON! He's doing this deliberately. He always does. Touching her just so, little teasing hints of pleasure but not enough to build on. Little bites of a feast that never make a meal.]