[Her touch stops short of where he wants her with every steady glide of her fist, but even the half-contact alone is enough to get him pushing himself up into her hand. He can’t pull her any closer if he wants to keep his hand in her pants — and judging by the reaction she gives him, he definitely wants that. In her hand, he throbs just a bit in excitement as the sound bounces off the corrider walls. A pleased smirk spreads against the skin of her neck as he continues to feast there, occassionally moving his mouth to different areas of her neck.
He’s noticed that, in doing this, he has left behind deep ourple bruises, marking her otherwise pale skin with trophies of his own. A surge of pride crashes over him. While he does that, he attempts to multitask, squirming his hand further into her pants.
He quickly realizes that he doesn’t actually know how to please anyone but himself (or, at least, people with penises). The touch alone seemed to do the job, so he awkwardly shifts his fingers around until his middle finger could glide seamlessly through her folds. It only takes a stroke or two to realize that her entrace is buried between all of that. Experimentally, he starts to slip a finger past, slow and curious.]
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He’s noticed that, in doing this, he has left behind deep ourple bruises, marking her otherwise pale skin with trophies of his own. A surge of pride crashes over him. While he does that, he attempts to multitask, squirming his hand further into her pants.
He quickly realizes that he doesn’t actually know how to please anyone but himself (or, at least, people with penises). The touch alone seemed to do the job, so he awkwardly shifts his fingers around until his middle finger could glide seamlessly through her folds. It only takes a stroke or two to realize that her entrace is buried between all of that. Experimentally, he starts to slip a finger past, slow and curious.]