[She's ready to grab him and start pushing the issue when he finally pulls away and directs his attention where it's most desired. With a little sound of pleasure-need, she snaps her legs shut around his hand, trying to make it so he can't pull out.
Her body's burning hot enough that the mention of the shed doesn't bother her. Not that it would have bothered her much anyway. It's far from her favorite memory, but in the grand scheme of traumatic experiences, it ranks pretty low on her list. She gives him a lust-hazed look of curiosity.]
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Her body's burning hot enough that the mention of the shed doesn't bother her. Not that it would have bothered her much anyway. It's far from her favorite memory, but in the grand scheme of traumatic experiences, it ranks pretty low on her list. She gives him a lust-hazed look of curiosity.]
What?