[She nuzzles his neck, murmuring something soft and appreciative as his hands settle on her ass. Even without a sync, she loves his hands on her. They're big and strong and she's seen what he can do with them...but there is always such care in his touch. She feels completely safe with him, and as they settle against the wall she knows she's in no danger of being dropped.
Getting out of her bra earlier may not have worked as a ploy to get him to abandon the torte, but it was definitely the right choice. She's free to arch shamelessly into his touch and enjoy the feel of his calloused hands on her bare skin. And perhaps a small roll of her hips against him, but she's in no rush. Right now she just wants to savor him.]
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Getting out of her bra earlier may not have worked as a ploy to get him to abandon the torte, but it was definitely the right choice. She's free to arch shamelessly into his touch and enjoy the feel of his calloused hands on her bare skin. And perhaps a small roll of her hips against him, but she's in no rush. Right now she just wants to savor him.]
I told you the second dessert would be the best.