[He watches Farraige's hands skim up over her stomach to cup her breasts, unable to help an appreciative sigh at the sight. Perhaps it shouldn't be so gratifying, watching another man touch Rose, but here he is, more than half-hard as he presses against her. Voyeurism has ever done more for him than he can put into words.
One finger slips inside her, quickly followed by another. They flex and curl within her as he kisses them both in quick succession - and keeps a careful eye on Rose to make sure she's not overwhelmed in a bad way.]
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One finger slips inside her, quickly followed by another. They flex and curl within her as he kisses them both in quick succession - and keeps a careful eye on Rose to make sure she's not overwhelmed in a bad way.]