[ Hei pinches her hip, hard enough to squeeze a sound out of her. ] I'm not the one who barely needs a sip to be three sheets to the wind. [ The archness of the remark is undercut by the way his breath sharpens, the ridges of ribs defined against his skin as she guides him toward that slick place. His palms settle at her waist, fingers clutching, gathering her closer as he rocks his hips under her. A slip-side, a push, a moment of slippery resistant pressure -- and smooth as slipping into a dance, he sinks up into her, feeling her stretching exquisitely around him -- a sweet shudder and a shock of Ohhhh. ]
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