[ His voice sends a pulse through her core, and the touch of his skin sends another. For a second, she's quiet, looking up at him, then her mouth curls into an impish smirk. She lets go of his hair and her hand follows his down. ]
You forgot already? [ It's her knuckles that graze him, her fingers gliding through her own slickness, wet enough that it's almost embarrassing. Her hips rock insistently up to him when she removes her hand, delicately touches her fingertips to his bottom lip. ] Maybe being a hundred is catchin' up to you.
[ Her eyelids are low, and she bites her lip, still smiling smugly. There's a weighty knot of anticipation settled into her stomach. ]
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You forgot already? [ It's her knuckles that graze him, her fingers gliding through her own slickness, wet enough that it's almost embarrassing. Her hips rock insistently up to him when she removes her hand, delicately touches her fingertips to his bottom lip. ] Maybe being a hundred is catchin' up to you.
[ Her eyelids are low, and she bites her lip, still smiling smugly. There's a weighty knot of anticipation settled into her stomach. ]