[ The second kiss she places on his stomach is both teasing and slightly ticklish, the press of her mouth soft, feather light. There's an instinctual squirm from the way it feels, though he's distracted from the residual tingle as she tugs his underwear down. No longer trapped in the cloth, there's a small sense of relief.
Only a small one, because then she's grazing the tips of her fingernails down the line of his cock, drawing a shivery breath out of him, toes curling as he tries not to buck his hips up. ]
Hard to say. We can find out. [ Is she planning to keep him on edge? There's an allure to it, he thinks, to her using her careful touches to keep him guessing. ]
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Only a small one, because then she's grazing the tips of her fingernails down the line of his cock, drawing a shivery breath out of him, toes curling as he tries not to buck his hips up. ]
Hard to say. We can find out. [ Is she planning to keep him on edge? There's an allure to it, he thinks, to her using her careful touches to keep him guessing. ]