[ He makes a face at that, but what once was the predictable inner-response of Don't be all gooey and disgusting paired with a visible eyeroll has turned into -- well, it's not acceptance, but he tolerates the closeness all the same. This is, he assumes, what actual lovers do. ]
Not my fault you make it so easy.
[ There's a smile in tone, the half-lidded eyes glittering up at her. Blindly his fingers sift through damp, springy pubic hair. He rolls her swollen clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, before pinching it lightly, seeing how she reacts. He can feel the pulse beating inside her. Around his cock. Between his fingers. The vibrator, meanwhile, releases its relentless secret bursts -- both counterpart and counterpoint. ]
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Not my fault you make it so easy.
[ There's a smile in tone, the half-lidded eyes glittering up at her. Blindly his fingers sift through damp, springy pubic hair. He rolls her swollen clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, before pinching it lightly, seeing how she reacts. He can feel the pulse beating inside her. Around his cock. Between his fingers. The vibrator, meanwhile, releases its relentless secret bursts -- both counterpart and counterpoint. ]