At her words, his face leans up, catching her eyes against his -- dark with arousal and the need to please her; to give her exactly what she wants. His tongue runs against his bottom lip, fingers still rubbing against her nipple through the bralet while he waits.
"Yeah? What is it, honey? What do you want?" He rubs his cheek against her hip, his other hand gently easing her panties down at a snail's pace. "Tell me, let me make it happen for you."
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Date: 2015-03-01 12:40 am (UTC)"Yeah? What is it, honey? What do you want?" He rubs his cheek against her hip, his other hand gently easing her panties down at a snail's pace. "Tell me, let me make it happen for you."