[ That flirtatious little glint is quickly replaced with another odd notion - one of relaxation and contentment. Her nails feel almost heavenly against his skin. Indeed, Grell may have found the way to calm the stoic reaper, if his pleased hum and fallen lids have anything to say about it. He rests his forehead against her hip, enjoying the sensation.
Still, he's not so distracted as to slack at his current task! No, there's a job to be done! And so, he spreads her legs open fuller and quickens the pace of his fingers. As the tightened muscles relax, more are added, until all but his thumb are pumping inside of her. ]
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Still, he's not so distracted as to slack at his current task! No, there's a job to be done! And so, he spreads her legs open fuller and quickens the pace of his fingers. As the tightened muscles relax, more are added, until all but his thumb are pumping inside of her. ]