[There's not much room with the two of them in the tub, but she mamages to part her thighs just a little more for his hand.]
You've looked?
[She hasn't exactly been hiding her collection of increasing frilly, sheer, and lacy things, but...]
Do you imagine how they'd look on me, Clive?
You've looked?
[She hasn't exactly been hiding her collection of increasing frilly, sheer, and lacy things, but...]
Do you imagine how they'd look on me, Clive?
[The press of his teeth makes her want to do the same. All she can do is take his hand from her breast and bring it to her mouth, drawing the pads of his fingertips to her lips where her tongue briefly teases them.]
It is. Fill me with every last drop you have, Clive. With your hands so firm on my hips they bruise.
It is. Fill me with every last drop you have, Clive. With your hands so firm on my hips they bruise.
[Resisting is the last thing she ever does with him in bed. She wants him, and she wants him to know it, without a doubt.
But she does huff out an amused sound as she puts her palms down on either side of herself to give an experimental push up, off the mattress.
She would have not lasted very long if she had been involved in the push up competition during the blizzard.]
But she does huff out an amused sound as she puts her palms down on either side of herself to give an experimental push up, off the mattress.
She would have not lasted very long if she had been involved in the push up competition during the blizzard.]
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