[He's so good at getting her clothes off, Jester marvels, but then again, that makes sense. It took him long enough, after all! Beneath the tank top is a bra to match the panties, sheer panels of lace in the front barely disguising the deep violet of her nipples beneath.
She moans softly as she's dragged across Fjord's erection, thighs squeezing his hips in encouragement. The question is tantalizing, and with a quiet afternoon spread out before them the answer is crystalline in her mind.]
I want you, [she breathes, fang kneading across her lower lip as she looks down at him.] All of you, this time.
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She moans softly as she's dragged across Fjord's erection, thighs squeezing his hips in encouragement. The question is tantalizing, and with a quiet afternoon spread out before them the answer is crystalline in her mind.]
I want you, [she breathes, fang kneading across her lower lip as she looks down at him.] All of you, this time.