[She catches his eye when he looks up; that moment feels suspended in time as she finds everything she adores, everything she wants, him hungry for her and her willing to offer it all up. His beard scratchy on the sensitive skin at the juncture of her thighs, and then his finger, thick and callused and perfect. It's easy to be greedy, it's easy to want two, three fingers and then his cock, but all good things in time.
She digs her free hand into the back of the couch, bracing herself, her breath hard and gasping. Loud, too. No thought at all for the fucking neighbours. Her heel digs into his back, and that's thoughtless too, her mind cleared out for an endless refrain of yes yes yes.]
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She digs her free hand into the back of the couch, bracing herself, her breath hard and gasping. Loud, too. No thought at all for the fucking neighbours. Her heel digs into his back, and that's thoughtless too, her mind cleared out for an endless refrain of yes yes yes.]
Oh fuck, yes.