The little shadow that runs through the grass |
and loses itself in the sunset. |
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“Sure you’re ready?” he asks as he makes short work of his trousers and boxers for her, removing his shirt too (because why not?) before he slides her panties down her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it teasingly.
“Ah-h—yes, I’m sure,” Messy insists, pleading roughly with her voice catching in her throat as she moans at those fingers, her mouth ducking to his chest as her cheeks flush darker and her fingers tighten white-knuckled around his hips. Her knees are not going to stay like this, she’s going to fall apart embarrassingly…