[ The blunt angle of his teeth snag on to the sensitive flesh of her nipple, teasing at it for a moment before he soothes it over with a swipe of his tongue and his lips pressing into her skin. His mind has floated away, lost around the time she moaned and ran her hips against his.
There's a moment where he huffs. Catching his breath before he moves his focus to the other breast. His hands, freed of the burden of breasts, skirt down her sides over her skin and to her ass. His fingers dig into the flesh there and drag her closer, his hips grind upward to meet the movement..
Like, he's not ready for sex, but he will certainly do her the favor (and blue ball--) of this imitation fucking through their clothes. ]
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There's a moment where he huffs. Catching his breath before he moves his focus to the other breast. His hands, freed of the burden of breasts, skirt down her sides over her skin and to her ass. His fingers dig into the flesh there and drag her closer, his hips grind upward to meet the movement..
Like, he's not ready for sex, but he will certainly do her the favor (and blue ball--) of this imitation fucking through their clothes. ]