[ Clyteus lets out a small sigh and exhales deeply as the nails dig and he bites back with approval and his shoulders tense into her nails. One arm is around her waist as he tilts her back onto the table, kissing lower down her collar. He positions himself even more squarely between her thighs comfortably. ]
Where was I? [ He murmurs as his other hand ghosts up her thigh to where his mouth, yes, had just been against the hosiery. His thumb rubs up, feeling the crease between her thigh and her lips. The finger finds the fabric of her underwear beneath and cups his hand to let it reach and press into the hip bone. ]
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Where was I? [ He murmurs as his other hand ghosts up her thigh to where his mouth, yes, had just been against the hosiery. His thumb rubs up, feeling the crease between her thigh and her lips. The finger finds the fabric of her underwear beneath and cups his hand to let it reach and press into the hip bone. ]