[She quirks an eyebrow at him, even as she hisses slightly herself. Ooh, still sensitive, too sensitive. Lifting her hips, she reaches between her legs with her hand instead, pressing lightly against his jeans.]
Yeah? [Cheeks still flushed, she leans over him and plants a kiss in the middle of his chest, just above where the wound ends.] Glad to hear it, 'cause it's your turn.
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Yeah? [Cheeks still flushed, she leans over him and plants a kiss in the middle of his chest, just above where the wound ends.] Glad to hear it, 'cause it's your turn.