[That little note of want elicits an answering sound from her, and a satisfied grin against his lips. She runs her hands across his back, finding & tracing scars, enjoying the feel of skin against skin.
His hands find where the end of her sarashi is tucked in. She wriggles, trying to help him get it loose. REALLY should have worn a different bra. He could maybe tug the cotton down off her breasts, but there's no way to really get it off without sitting up.
Sunday! \^^/
His hands find where the end of her sarashi is tucked in. She wriggles, trying to help him get it loose. REALLY should have worn a different bra. He could maybe tug the cotton down off her breasts, but there's no way to really get it off without sitting up.
She murmurs, with a breathless laugh] Sorry.