[And the best part is, it's impossible to tell whether she really means it or is just playing up the chastity angle; either way, it's all the better because it adds up to him being the exception, and therefore exceptional.
Beneath the circle of his supporting arm, she writhes — and sure enough, just as he'd hoped with breathless anticipation, she spills out of her top from the natural rocking motions her body is making against his stroking fingers. And oh, isn't she a sight, with her breasts so firm and her nipples so peaked, just begging to be pinched at and pulled.]
And so what if they see? Isn't that why you're wearing a mask?
[But it's the perfect opportunity to adjust the arm he's got around her, shifting it upward so that it's angled across her breasts instead — not just affording her the most laughable illusion of modesty, but giving him ample excuse to cup one of them in the palm of his hand, thumbing and circling the raised nipple as he does.
It's a distraction, to say the least, and one he intends to make use of; while he temporarily seeks to draw her attention to the touch to her chest, his other set of fingers finally pry the fabric of the unitard away and stroke her directly, rubbing only long enough to get thoroughly coated with slick before sliding low in search of her entrance.]
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[And the best part is, it's impossible to tell whether she really means it or is just playing up the chastity angle; either way, it's all the better because it adds up to him being the exception, and therefore exceptional.
Beneath the circle of his supporting arm, she writhes — and sure enough, just as he'd hoped with breathless anticipation, she spills out of her top from the natural rocking motions her body is making against his stroking fingers. And oh, isn't she a sight, with her breasts so firm and her nipples so peaked, just begging to be pinched at and pulled.]
And so what if they see? Isn't that why you're wearing a mask?
[But it's the perfect opportunity to adjust the arm he's got around her, shifting it upward so that it's angled across her breasts instead — not just affording her the most laughable illusion of modesty, but giving him ample excuse to cup one of them in the palm of his hand, thumbing and circling the raised nipple as he does.
It's a distraction, to say the least, and one he intends to make use of; while he temporarily seeks to draw her attention to the touch to her chest, his other set of fingers finally pry the fabric of the unitard away and stroke her directly, rubbing only long enough to get thoroughly coated with slick before sliding low in search of her entrance.]