She wanted him to have room to do what he wanted, but at the same time she just wanted to be pressed against him. Her eyes close as she takes in each brush of his fingers, the warmth of his lips, the flexing of his muscles. Chinatsu wasn't even aware of how much she was moving her hips against him already, just that she wanted more.
As he moved lower, one hand came up to bury itself in his wet hair, gripping tightly. She felt helpless against his touch, and it wasn't a feeling she was used to. Not liking how one-sided it was, her other hand moves down to grip his cock again.
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Date: 2018-07-13 09:43 pm (UTC)As he moved lower, one hand came up to bury itself in his wet hair, gripping tightly. She felt helpless against his touch, and it wasn't a feeling she was used to. Not liking how one-sided it was, her other hand moves down to grip his cock again.