[His luck has it, her balance is shot - more concerned as she is about where the hell there even is a tissue in this place (there isn't) - and when he grabs, she falls back and lands on his lap. All too aware of how the speed of the motion makes her skirt slide up and how his come is on the back of her legs now and oh, god, why did that make her moan?
There's no way to repress or hide the noise, it's out before she knows it, and she settles for relaxing a little.] You -- don't really have to, but...
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There's no way to repress or hide the noise, it's out before she knows it, and she settles for relaxing a little.] You -- don't really have to, but...