She holds onto his head and neck, nuzzling into his hair.
He has her pinned, transfixed, and she can't move, can't rise to meet him. She only try draw him close, her heels digging into his thighs, her breath hitching in his ear as he teases along the crux of her thighs.
no subject
He has her pinned, transfixed, and she can't move, can't rise to meet him. She only try draw him close, her heels digging into his thighs, her breath hitching in his ear as he teases along the crux of her thighs.