[ it's funny sometimes, how her need for him isn't always the same — sometimes it's so overwhelming she can barely contain it, leaving her desperate for even the slightest touch or kiss from him, and other times it comes on slowly, steadily, warmth building inside her at a gradual pace to where she's ultimately left in the same needy position. right here, she knows she's simmering, but the potential for her want to get heated up to overflowing is still there, especially when he nuzzles a sensitive spot on her neck that they're both well-aware of by now. ]
Well, I can't help the fact that your lap is perfectly Harley-sized. [ as if she's only doing the most logical thing by always planting herself there, butt perched in the cradle of his thick thighs, and it would make even less sense for her not to.
and she'll make sure to further emphasize her point by shifting her weight purposefully in his lap now, wriggling her hips as she peers down at him with a playful narrowing of her eyes. ] How's this for distracting?
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Well, I can't help the fact that your lap is perfectly Harley-sized. [ as if she's only doing the most logical thing by always planting herself there, butt perched in the cradle of his thick thighs, and it would make even less sense for her not to.
and she'll make sure to further emphasize her point by shifting her weight purposefully in his lap now, wriggling her hips as she peers down at him with a playful narrowing of her eyes. ] How's this for distracting?