[ Obligingly, almost placidly, he lets her roll him over. His body feels hot, drained, and that lassitude has now infected his every muscle. Still, the look in his eyes is something dark and wholly wild, as he follows her downward path, past the dark tips of his nipples and the pale slope of his belly, the hard juts of hipbones pressing against skin and the tuft of dark curls nestled low between them. ]
[ With an air of mischief, but no modesty, he lets his legs fan wider open. (It's unnervingly similar to the way he stirs his hips when she's about to give him head.) ]
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[ Obligingly, almost placidly, he lets her roll him over. His body feels hot, drained, and that lassitude has now infected his every muscle. Still, the look in his eyes is something dark and wholly wild, as he follows her downward path, past the dark tips of his nipples and the pale slope of his belly, the hard juts of hipbones pressing against skin and the tuft of dark curls nestled low between them. ]
[ With an air of mischief, but no modesty, he lets his legs fan wider open. (It's unnervingly similar to the way he stirs his hips when she's about to give him head.) ]
Aren't you too old for dolls?