[She sing songs, then catches the wrist of the hand between her thighs, redirecting it back to her thighs and hips. And she lifts her head to nip at his ear.]
It's my turn, dear.
[Said in a husky voice before she dips lower again, sucking another spot low on his neck, while shifting her body back until her knees are on the pillows between his legs, her body still lounged over him and she sits up to let her hands drift over his chest. Tracing over the lines of his muscles and her gaze roves over him, almost reverently.]
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[She sing songs, then catches the wrist of the hand between her thighs, redirecting it back to her thighs and hips. And she lifts her head to nip at his ear.]
It's my turn, dear.
[Said in a husky voice before she dips lower again, sucking another spot low on his neck, while shifting her body back until her knees are on the pillows between his legs, her body still lounged over him and she sits up to let her hands drift over his chest. Tracing over the lines of his muscles and her gaze roves over him, almost reverently.]
You're beautiful.