[ by the end of all that, she's panting, gasping for breath, hands curled into the bedding—times like this, it's so much easier to just focus on what's right in front of her, to just feel things rather than trying to think twenty steps ahead of disaster.
she can feel herself become slick with every touch and scrape and pinch and bite and... fuck, she's really into this.
she grasps at what remains of the linen wrappings. ]
Not yet. Eventually, but—let me stay a little longer, please.
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she can feel herself become slick with every touch and scrape and pinch and bite and... fuck, she's really into this.
she grasps at what remains of the linen wrappings. ]
Not yet. Eventually, but—let me stay a little longer, please.