[she makes them smile. and then that smile is pressed against her mouth, a kiss that isn't made of pucker but of two curves meeting tangentially, by coincidence. it's either the puff of an exhale or of laughter that blows warm over her cheek, but in either case, it's not at her expense.]
Hashtag goals? [they ask. she does seem like one of their contemporaries. she'll either get it, or he'll get a puzzled look in between the flutter of her eyelashes. charming, either way.
for now, they tend the wet warmth of her flesh, stroking, teasing, rocking another finger down, seeking ingress below, choosing a rhythm that works on a crescendo. the moisture of her gathers slick on their otherwise coarse and callused fingers. she makes them feel almost new. and it's a little dirty, maybe, they find their mouth clenching wet in the moment, contrary urges to the ache that's firing up in their gut, squeezing their cock against the half-peeled remnants of their trousers.]
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Hashtag goals? [they ask. she does seem like one of their contemporaries. she'll either get it, or he'll get a puzzled look in between the flutter of her eyelashes. charming, either way.
for now, they tend the wet warmth of her flesh, stroking, teasing, rocking another finger down, seeking ingress below, choosing a rhythm that works on a crescendo. the moisture of her gathers slick on their otherwise coarse and callused fingers. she makes them feel almost new. and it's a little dirty, maybe, they find their mouth clenching wet in the moment, contrary urges to the ache that's firing up in their gut, squeezing their cock against the half-peeled remnants of their trousers.]