[ part of his words before had mentioned the want of attention. she's not quite sure if that really aligns with these uncontrolled sensations, and yet there's something peculiarly arousing in the way he intends to focus entirely on her. likely, it's due to the way she's become quite expectant of men's desires for her, the number of brutish drunks at the bar who'd offered large tips for her to blow them behind the building or to let them to slide their dick between her tits β all easily rejected before she effortlessly kicked them out on their asses with plenty of broken ribs to join their bills.
whatever the man's actual intentions behind it, the movement of his fingers applies pleasure towards her, adding to the heavy slick that soaks through the flimsy unitard with every stroke.
she watches the purposeful fall of that strap, its reliability in holding her up now loosened as her breasts slacken more against the fabric still trapping it. cheeks burn flush, aware that they're still not quite private here, and yet feeling undeniably turned on by the danger of it, by the part of here that doesn't care for once for too much decency.
but his fingers catch over her clit, the friction of fabric stroking over that sensitive bundle of nerves and the sudden overwhelming spike of pleasure does indeed have her jolt back against him, hips jutting out forward with a sharp thrust against his hand. her breasts give a light bounce in the reaction, fabric from the unstrapped side dipping lower that her nipple nearly begins to peek over it. ]
Ah, pleaseβ [ the plea leaves her lips in a small whimper before she can restrain herself, hips giving a slight squirm. ] It feelsβkeep touching me like that, please.
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whatever the man's actual intentions behind it, the movement of his fingers applies pleasure towards her, adding to the heavy slick that soaks through the flimsy unitard with every stroke.
she watches the purposeful fall of that strap, its reliability in holding her up now loosened as her breasts slacken more against the fabric still trapping it. cheeks burn flush, aware that they're still not quite private here, and yet feeling undeniably turned on by the danger of it, by the part of here that doesn't care for once for too much decency.
but his fingers catch over her clit, the friction of fabric stroking over that sensitive bundle of nerves and the sudden overwhelming spike of pleasure does indeed have her jolt back against him, hips jutting out forward with a sharp thrust against his hand. her breasts give a light bounce in the reaction, fabric from the unstrapped side dipping lower that her nipple nearly begins to peek over it. ]
Ah, pleaseβ [ the plea leaves her lips in a small whimper before she can restrain herself, hips giving a slight squirm. ] It feelsβkeep touching me like that, please.