[ The colour returns to Grell's cheeks, as he takes the opportunity to admire her body. Breath wavering, her hands pet the back of his palms - and it hitches, once he lifts her legs to prop at his shoulders.
Licking her lips, she anticipates his next move by draping her arms over her head, nice and pretty-- but once he enter her, her hands are grasping at the covers again, back arching with a gasping moan that drawls into one of elation. ]
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Licking her lips, she anticipates his next move by draping her arms over her head, nice and pretty-- but once he enter her, her hands are grasping at the covers again, back arching with a gasping moan that drawls into one of elation. ]
Nn.. Will...