[ She perches over him on her knees, back arched as she peels her dress over her head and drops it on the floor. Her hips roll languidly; a flush is already creeping up her sternum and over her cheeks. With her invisible hand, she tugs at the fabric of his shirt, yanking at the front of it until he shifts enough to remove it. ]
You know, you're the first man ever took me somewhere nice. Or at all. [ Her hands (the flesh ones) slide up his stomach, nails pressed in. Her eyes are dark and low, looking down at him. ] Too bad I may never let you up outta this bed to enjoy it.
[ She's teasing, her voice soft and silky, but there's a hint of sincerity in there too. Never in her life has she been so constantly hungry for someone like she is for him. ]
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You know, you're the first man ever took me somewhere nice. Or at all. [ Her hands (the flesh ones) slide up his stomach, nails pressed in. Her eyes are dark and low, looking down at him. ] Too bad I may never let you up outta this bed to enjoy it.
[ She's teasing, her voice soft and silky, but there's a hint of sincerity in there too. Never in her life has she been so constantly hungry for someone like she is for him. ]