[She kisses him back, fiercely. Maybe a little possessively. Her fingers rake up through his hair, digging in and holding on. Languidly, her tongue explores the bow of his upper lip.
Raising her hips, she falls into rhythm with his movements. It may be a little optimistic to say that she's finally getting the hang of this but...well...maybe she is.]
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Raising her hips, she falls into rhythm with his movements. It may be a little optimistic to say that she's finally getting the hang of this but...well...maybe she is.]