[Her whimper of protest quickly turns into a yelp of surprise, immediately muffled by his mouth. She can feel the heat of him between her legs and for a dizzying moment wonders (detached) if he's going to slide inside. But he just rubs along the length of her, eliciting little pleased cries.
His question is met with a blank look. She's too tired, too aroused (and too inexperienced) to understand what he means.]
Re: ⊕ march 15th, late evening
His question is met with a blank look. She's too tired, too aroused (and too inexperienced) to understand what he means.]