[ She manages a whine of protest, but not much more than that, as he moves and his dick slips out of her with a squelch. Oddly, she feels empty without that connection — in a nonsexual manner, even — but recovers quickly enough when he arranges them on that bench.
It's cold, though no colder than the floor had been against her knees. On the other hand, this is her whole body pressed against a frigid surface now; predictably, she shivers and presses into him to leech warmth, resuming her trend of purposefully, playfully irritating him as she reaches to undo his fly.
And pauses, suddenly. His panic is so strong that she can nearly taste it in her mouth, bitter and anxious. Comically, her fingers stay at his zipper while she lifts her head to blink up at him, at a loss. ]
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It's cold, though no colder than the floor had been against her knees. On the other hand, this is her whole body pressed against a frigid surface now; predictably, she shivers and presses into him to leech warmth, resuming her trend of purposefully, playfully irritating him as she reaches to undo his fly.
And pauses, suddenly. His panic is so strong that she can nearly taste it in her mouth, bitter and anxious. Comically, her fingers stay at his zipper while she lifts her head to blink up at him, at a loss. ]
Am I what?
[ ?????? What's your malfunction, bro. ]