[ There’s amusement in Sylvain’s voice, however, as he gives a light scoff and lowers Hilda one more - if only to free up his hands finally. Although he’s shifted behind her so when he sets her back down, she’s all but perched in his lap now.
His hands slide around her hips to the front. One drifts down to trail teasingly along the inside of her thigh while the other shifts upwards, fingers splayed over the lace of her corset and the taut planes of her stomach. Coming to rest just under the swell of her breasts. ]
Why should any of us rely on just our imaginations tonight?
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[ There’s amusement in Sylvain’s voice, however, as he gives a light scoff and lowers Hilda one more - if only to free up his hands finally. Although he’s shifted behind her so when he sets her back down, she’s all but perched in his lap now.
His hands slide around her hips to the front. One drifts down to trail teasingly along the inside of her thigh while the other shifts upwards, fingers splayed over the lace of her corset and the taut planes of her stomach. Coming to rest just under the swell of her breasts. ]
Why should any of us rely on just our imaginations tonight?