[ As much as she'd like play coy right now, it's impossible to pretend she doesn't feel a little thrill of anticipation, a settling of warm desire, heavy and coiling in her belly. Her cheeks are flushed pink and her breathing is growing just a little shallow as she watches him work. She really is too greedy for her own good - she's already lost count of just how many times she's been satisfied tonight but here she is, eager to be made a mess of all the same.
Her breath hitches as the last button is undone and she's laid bare. It's not like he hasn't seen her like this plenty of times, but there's something... different, this time. Maybe it's because it's been so long - or maybe it's because he has that intent, hungry look in his eyes. Like he's starving and she's the feast. Being looked at like that is just... ]
Then you'd better make a mess of me. ... but only in the places nobody else'll see.
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[ As much as she'd like play coy right now, it's impossible to pretend she doesn't feel a little thrill of anticipation, a settling of warm desire, heavy and coiling in her belly. Her cheeks are flushed pink and her breathing is growing just a little shallow as she watches him work. She really is too greedy for her own good - she's already lost count of just how many times she's been satisfied tonight but here she is, eager to be made a mess of all the same.
Her breath hitches as the last button is undone and she's laid bare. It's not like he hasn't seen her like this plenty of times, but there's something... different, this time. Maybe it's because it's been so long - or maybe it's because he has that intent, hungry look in his eyes. Like he's starving and she's the feast. Being looked at like that is just... ]
Then you'd better make a mess of me. ... but only in the places nobody else'll see.