Chinatsu was used to receiving cues, taking enough of a hint as he left her hand by his waist. Her finger traces along the waistband of his pants before hooking into it, tugging it down as far as she can in that position. When her hands reach their limit, she'll use her feet to push the fabric down his legs, not minding feeling those thigh and calf muscles of his.
Her hair spills down to her lower back, a small groan escaping her lips as he combs through it. She liked it when he touched her hair. Oh, she was definitely feeling whatever he was feeling.
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Date: 2018-06-13 04:42 am (UTC)Her hair spills down to her lower back, a small groan escaping her lips as he combs through it. She liked it when he touched her hair. Oh, she was definitely feeling whatever he was feeling.