[ the corners of her mouth petal upward. the bloom of her smile is a luminous thing, suddenly bright, as she breathlessly confirms — ]
Like cheesecake. And comfortable sweaters.
[ or the attentive press of his thigh between her legs. alina's own straddle it in a taut squeeze, rolling herself along the corded length of that muscle; shamelessness begets shamelessness, after all. the result is almost uncomfortably sticky, the answering dampness in her underwear pushed up against the seam of her, but it does what it's meant to. alleviates the beginning of an ache with the sweet sting of friction that rockets through her.
her shoulders shift to clutch at his shoulders. the dip of her head presses her face into silver-blonde, tickling strands of his hair — mussed by the little puffs of exertion she lets out between the ebb and flow of her hips, working herself up into a spell of breathlessness. ]
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Like cheesecake. And comfortable sweaters.
[ or the attentive press of his thigh between her legs. alina's own straddle it in a taut squeeze, rolling herself along the corded length of that muscle; shamelessness begets shamelessness, after all. the result is almost uncomfortably sticky, the answering dampness in her underwear pushed up against the seam of her, but it does what it's meant to. alleviates the beginning of an ache with the sweet sting of friction that rockets through her.
her shoulders shift to clutch at his shoulders. the dip of her head presses her face into silver-blonde, tickling strands of his hair — mussed by the little puffs of exertion she lets out between the ebb and flow of her hips, working herself up into a spell of breathlessness. ]