[She gasps in surprise, mock offended. Her jaw drops, and she lets her touch slip away from her own body so she can reach over and playfully swat at his chest. She's laughing when she settles back down, and continues paying her breasts careful attention. As she works her nipples to hardness, she softly murmurs in approval at the sensation.
There's nothing rushing her, and she takes a minute or so of that before one hand works its way down her body. Rather than heading between her legs right away, she plays with her belly button piercing a little. It shouldn't feel good, it's actually kinda sore. But it also feels good somehow, and she sighs contently as that hand moves down to where she wants it to be.
He's always so eager to be the one to touch her and give her pleasure that she hasn't really needed to touch herself in a while. But she knows now what she likes. Her fingers don't press inside herself, not yet. She takes her time, letting her touch ghost along her folds and teasingly spread herself open enough that he gets a full view as she rubs gentle circles against her clit. It could so easily feel lewd and wrong, but his gaze on her only makes her feel bold and attractive.
There's no hesitation when her touch eventually becomes more, two fingers curling inside. That makes her whine, needy for more. But she has to last longer than five minutes, her pride is on the line here! She can't and won't beg him to touch her. He has to be the one to break first.]
Do you know what's really nice? [Because sure, why not have a conversation right now?] That I haven't had to do this for myself in weeks. It feels weird to touch myself instead of letting you do it.
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[She gasps in surprise, mock offended. Her jaw drops, and she lets her touch slip away from her own body so she can reach over and playfully swat at his chest. She's laughing when she settles back down, and continues paying her breasts careful attention. As she works her nipples to hardness, she softly murmurs in approval at the sensation.
There's nothing rushing her, and she takes a minute or so of that before one hand works its way down her body. Rather than heading between her legs right away, she plays with her belly button piercing a little. It shouldn't feel good, it's actually kinda sore. But it also feels good somehow, and she sighs contently as that hand moves down to where she wants it to be.
He's always so eager to be the one to touch her and give her pleasure that she hasn't really needed to touch herself in a while. But she knows now what she likes. Her fingers don't press inside herself, not yet. She takes her time, letting her touch ghost along her folds and teasingly spread herself open enough that he gets a full view as she rubs gentle circles against her clit. It could so easily feel lewd and wrong, but his gaze on her only makes her feel bold and attractive.
There's no hesitation when her touch eventually becomes more, two fingers curling inside. That makes her whine, needy for more. But she has to last longer than five minutes, her pride is on the line here! She can't and won't beg him to touch her. He has to be the one to break first.]
Do you know what's really nice? [Because sure, why not have a conversation right now?] That I haven't had to do this for myself in weeks. It feels weird to touch myself instead of letting you do it.