[ if he purposely means to add concern for her, it certainly succeeds as she catches herself on her words, curling her lip inward to press her teeth down over it as if that might be able to silence away the soft noises that work through her throat. it's a strange feeling, not wanting to be caught, and yet feeling the thrill in knowing that they could. it's not like she wants to be seen like this, in the arms of a strange man, her breasts nearly spilling out the top of her unitard as she grinds against a steady palm, but there's something nearly feral and anxious for the stimulation that it's hard to keep herself caring for subtlety. ]
I'm not usually ... like this.
[ because how could she be that wet when she's barely been touched, wondering if this lies in one of those things that simply is, all because of this mark on her skin, heightening want and and drip of slick from her needy cunt.
he applies that wet friction with the pressure of his fingers to the unitard, fabric grinding firmly over her folds and clit, her hips rocking against his strokes, intoxicated by the satisfying rub that jolts pleasure through her. her hand holds onto his wrist to brace herself, the angle of her arm as a result allowing the only reliable strap to now loosen at an angle at her shoulder, still hanging on but not having quite the same grip now that the other strap falls free.
but it's just enough, the top hem of the unitard dipping a bit more as she arches her shoulders more against his chest to jut her hips forward for his hand, the heavy round curve of a breast empowering that weak fabric to dip over it, the tight peak of her nipple exposed freely to the open air. her breath hitches when she notices, fingers squeezing at his arm, movement of her hips weakening but not entirely stopping. ]
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I'm not usually ... like this.
[ because how could she be that wet when she's barely been touched, wondering if this lies in one of those things that simply is, all because of this mark on her skin, heightening want and and drip of slick from her needy cunt.
he applies that wet friction with the pressure of his fingers to the unitard, fabric grinding firmly over her folds and clit, her hips rocking against his strokes, intoxicated by the satisfying rub that jolts pleasure through her. her hand holds onto his wrist to brace herself, the angle of her arm as a result allowing the only reliable strap to now loosen at an angle at her shoulder, still hanging on but not having quite the same grip now that the other strap falls free.
but it's just enough, the top hem of the unitard dipping a bit more as she arches her shoulders more against his chest to jut her hips forward for his hand, the heavy round curve of a breast empowering that weak fabric to dip over it, the tight peak of her nipple exposed freely to the open air. her breath hitches when she notices, fingers squeezing at his arm, movement of her hips weakening but not entirely stopping. ]
W-wait β someone might see.