[ He has seen her closets. He should know that she plans her fashion the same way she plans her parties. All the way.
She gasps quietly as her eyelids fall shut, her head dropping back into the pillow. Her arms wrap around him again, her nails digging into his back. This is the moment she never tires of, that she would keep reliving for a few centuries if she could. There is such an instant rush of satisfaction that speeds through her veins, makes her thoughts feel like a shaken up bottle of soda. Something about the squeeze makes it all feel more, sharper, better than it ever was before. Which is not nothing, considering how much she was already really into sex.
Her hips roll into his as her breath picks up. Her thigh flexes under his hand as she clutches his shoulder, looking up at him through her eyelashes. ]
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She gasps quietly as her eyelids fall shut, her head dropping back into the pillow. Her arms wrap around him again, her nails digging into his back. This is the moment she never tires of, that she would keep reliving for a few centuries if she could. There is such an instant rush of satisfaction that speeds through her veins, makes her thoughts feel like a shaken up bottle of soda. Something about the squeeze makes it all feel more, sharper, better than it ever was before. Which is not nothing, considering how much she was already really into sex.
Her hips roll into his as her breath picks up. Her thigh flexes under his hand as she clutches his shoulder, looking up at him through her eyelashes. ]