[ The new distribution of his weight makes her careen forward, but she catches herself with a reflexive grab for his shoulders — a move that's undoubtedly an error in judgement. She's regained her balance, but only at the cost of her sanity. Towering above him like this, straddling him like this, brings to mind a series of filthy images she has to actively work to repress. Time to adamantly not envision what this would be like without clothing acting as a barrier.
Her fidgeting only worsens the matter, exacerbates her dilemma with the slight friction she mistakenly generates. Correcting herself, she slides her pelvis up and away from his, and plants her fingers on either side of the bench. ]
Yes. [ Repeatedly a little more firmly this time, a little more vexed. Sexual frustration is becoming a prime factor in her mounting impatience. ] You didn't answer me. Why wouldn't it be?
[ Probably because of that aforementioned sexual frustration. Just an idea. ]
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Her fidgeting only worsens the matter, exacerbates her dilemma with the slight friction she mistakenly generates. Correcting herself, she slides her pelvis up and away from his, and plants her fingers on either side of the bench. ]
Yes. [ Repeatedly a little more firmly this time, a little more vexed. Sexual frustration is becoming a prime factor in her mounting impatience. ] You didn't answer me. Why wouldn't it be?
[ Probably because of that aforementioned sexual frustration. Just an idea. ]