(Him underneath of her: a solid, hot line of body and muscle and dick arching into her hand, the pre-cum that slicks her palm when she drags it up and down him, suddenly more interested in this than she was in his hand against her cunt. Yes, the hand planted into the grass by his shoulder is starting to hurt from holding herself up but it's more than worth the look on his face.) Yeah. I'm good.
[He huffs a breath that hints at the latent amusement, hands again on her, grabbing at her hips to insistently pull her down toward him. She still has control and leverage, still has him under her thumb - but he's yearning for a little more.]
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(Him underneath of her: a solid, hot line of body and muscle and dick arching into her hand, the pre-cum that slicks her palm when she drags it up and down him, suddenly more interested in this than she was in his hand against her cunt. Yes, the hand planted into the grass by his shoulder is starting to hurt from holding herself up but it's more than worth the look on his face.) Yeah. I'm good.
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[He huffs a breath that hints at the latent amusement, hands again on her, grabbing at her hips to insistently pull her down toward him. She still has control and leverage, still has him under her thumb - but he's yearning for a little more.]