[Her head hangs downward, forehead pressed to her forearm as she bears down on him. Grounded by their hands tangled together at her abdomen, Jester lets herself chase down her pleasure, letting everything else fade to the background. She lets out a strangled moan in response to his question, guiding their linked hands lower.]
Close, I'm close, I just needβ [She stutters out a gasp, spine feeling liquid, so close she can nearly taste itβ] Touch me, please!
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Close, I'm close, I just needβ [She stutters out a gasp, spine feeling liquid, so close she can nearly taste itβ] Touch me, please!