[ maybe she should find relief in that, that her identity won't be revealed through this β because she certainly doesn't consider the collecting of cards at all, not something she's even thought of as any kind of achievement to chase β that maybe she could simply bask in the relief she can find through this, something that could at least make those symptoms of her mark to ease away and let her breathe normally again.
but what she finds is that the secrecy itself is something enticing on its own, that the mystery of the man standing behind her only adds to the heightened anticipation of his stronger grip before his touch dips lower to where she aches it to be.
with his tug, her neck stretches back, head nestled against his shoulder, with the ears of her mask curved back out of his way. her hips jut forward instinctively, a soft gasp expelled from between her lips as her fingers rub through the fabric, already soaked through with each and every one of her cunt's yearning reactions through the night.
he might not actually be her first, not even in this resort, but it's easy to play the part if only because she doesn't even need to try. not when she's still so uncertain in how to really chase what she wants, to feel any sense of confidence in knowing what she needs. ]
It's already so β [ so good? so wet? so much? her fingers clutch around his arm, not to push away or guide but simply to find purchase for herself to hold steady. ] Do ... do you want me to touch you too?
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but what she finds is that the secrecy itself is something enticing on its own, that the mystery of the man standing behind her only adds to the heightened anticipation of his stronger grip before his touch dips lower to where she aches it to be.
with his tug, her neck stretches back, head nestled against his shoulder, with the ears of her mask curved back out of his way. her hips jut forward instinctively, a soft gasp expelled from between her lips as her fingers rub through the fabric, already soaked through with each and every one of her cunt's yearning reactions through the night.
he might not actually be her first, not even in this resort, but it's easy to play the part if only because she doesn't even need to try. not when she's still so uncertain in how to really chase what she wants, to feel any sense of confidence in knowing what she needs. ]
It's already so β [ so good? so wet? so much? her fingers clutch around his arm, not to push away or guide but simply to find purchase for herself to hold steady. ] Do ... do you want me to touch you too?