[ her breath snares on a ragged gasp. it's uncomfortable — the soaked cling of her underwear, now. the bumps from the wall's grating grazing the notches of her spine. the jelly-legged shivering of her muscles. but it's worth the rush of her own pulse in her ears, and the beat of his own underneath her tongue. worth the warmth as she tucks herself into him. worth the risk of being caught, and the exhilarating rush of molten heat that seeps inside of her at the thought, adrenalized.
it's nearly enough to make her careless, halfway to feral. she lends him another nip, her only outlet for venting the needy sounds she can't give life to. neither does she have the presence of mind to lend him more than a syrupy hum, half-blissed out as she leads her fingertips — still shaky in the aftermath — to the front of his trousers, driving her palm down against the stiff length of his cock. a little, distracted detour before she slips down the zipper, with much greater care than he's afforded some of his pants. ]
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it's nearly enough to make her careless, halfway to feral. she lends him another nip, her only outlet for venting the needy sounds she can't give life to. neither does she have the presence of mind to lend him more than a syrupy hum, half-blissed out as she leads her fingertips — still shaky in the aftermath — to the front of his trousers, driving her palm down against the stiff length of his cock. a little, distracted detour before she slips down the zipper, with much greater care than he's afforded some of his pants. ]