[He really, really shouldn't have let her go first, because now she's energized. Her eyes light up at that little noise, and if he's going to cover his face, well -- she'll just have to kiss elsewhere. Experimentally, she strokes him through his jeans, even as she leans in close and presses a soft kiss to the side of his throat. Soft, but with the barest promise of teeth as her tongue darts out to lick a bead of sweat.]
Doing good? [She murmurs playfully against his skin, because yeah, she knows the answer to that, too.]
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Doing good? [She murmurs playfully against his skin, because yeah, she knows the answer to that, too.]