[ she glances at him through half-lidded eyes at the sound he makes, and makes a mental note for the near future—but then his fingers curl inside her again, and she can't contain herself anymore, crying out sharply and tightening around him.
she's good at keeping her wits about her, but—maybe just this once she can let herself go with it. relax into it for a little bit. ]
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she's good at keeping her wits about her, but—maybe just this once she can let herself go with it. relax into it for a little bit. ]