[The words come out a gasped whisper, as her legs part a little and she tries to not rock her hips in time with the motion of his hand. She's currently of the opinion that if it feels good, they should definitely do it. And she's feeling pretty damn good.
They're in a dark corner, music is playing loud, and people all over the place are on each other. It's fine.
Her hand goes to his jeans, palming at his cock through the fabric. This is good, but it's not enough. There's no way they're going to just give each other handjobs right here in the middle of the club. They deserve better than that.]
I want to feel more of you.
[Her mouth is against his ear as she whines it, and she lets her tongue trail along the edge before she sucks at the lobe. It's not fair how badly she wants him all the time, but she's pretty sure he must want her just as bad. Because they're definitely caught up in an arousal feedback loop right now, where everything feels good but not enough.]
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[The words come out a gasped whisper, as her legs part a little and she tries to not rock her hips in time with the motion of his hand. She's currently of the opinion that if it feels good, they should definitely do it. And she's feeling pretty damn good.
They're in a dark corner, music is playing loud, and people all over the place are on each other. It's fine.
Her hand goes to his jeans, palming at his cock through the fabric. This is good, but it's not enough. There's no way they're going to just give each other handjobs right here in the middle of the club. They deserve better than that.]
I want to feel more of you.
[Her mouth is against his ear as she whines it, and she lets her tongue trail along the edge before she sucks at the lobe. It's not fair how badly she wants him all the time, but she's pretty sure he must want her just as bad. Because they're definitely caught up in an arousal feedback loop right now, where everything feels good but not enough.]