[ She's tempting him. She's not even being subtle about it, which makes him flush deeply, a colour that reaches his throat and ears. Her hips raise, no doubt a display of permission, which he eagerly responds to by filling his palms with the backs of her thighs, her ass. His thumbs press into her flesh, leaving impressions against her skin as he spreads the cheeks, the folds beneath. His pad of his thumb runs over the slick folds, pushing past to probe inside her, enveloped by the tight muscle and heat. He lets out a heavy breath, obviously affected by the sensation of her clenching around the digit. ]
I'll be right back.
[ He withdraws his hands, the mattress shifting beneath his weight as he moves to shuffle off the bed. ]
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I'll be right back.
[ He withdraws his hands, the mattress shifting beneath his weight as he moves to shuffle off the bed. ]