[ Grell finds herself clung to him, squeaking as they collide with the mattress! It leaves her laughing, albeit short-lived when he slaps her ass! ]
--Oh.
[ Biting at her lower lip, she sits herself back, palms trailing down his torso as she goes, to grab his hips whilst looking him over. ]
Mn, yes, sir.
[ And she leans back, planting down a foot to stand-- and then, the other. Once standing, she rubs her hands up into her hair with the most content hum. ]
Shall I dress for dinner after? Or would you prefer something a little more racy for the occasion?
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--Oh.
[ Biting at her lower lip, she sits herself back, palms trailing down his torso as she goes, to grab his hips whilst looking him over. ]
Mn, yes, sir.
[ And she leans back, planting down a foot to stand-- and then, the other. Once standing, she rubs her hands up into her hair with the most content hum. ]
Shall I dress for dinner after? Or would you prefer something a little more racy for the occasion?