[ That gets a giggle out of her - and his touch, an encouraging hum. Her eyes follow his reflection in the mirror before them, admiring his form, how it contrasts - no, compliments - her own.
With a tilt of the head, she offers her neck up to him, sighing with pleasure as his lips caress her skin. Her palms run along his forearms admiringly. ]
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With a tilt of the head, she offers her neck up to him, sighing with pleasure as his lips caress her skin. Her palms run along his forearms admiringly. ]
I'd do whatever would please you, my love.