She leans in for a kiss; sweet and slow, a patient, molten thing meant not to rush, but to leave breathless.
Only then, when she feels him become somewhat relaxed does she move her hands to pull the shirt over his head, hands caressing the revealed skin with calm, measured movements. ]
... Like this.
[ Soft breasts, pressed against his strong frame. Her hands move to the planes of his back, to the little scars and the muscle there. Holding him, caressing - fitting together like pieces of the same puzzle. ]
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She leans in for a kiss; sweet and slow, a patient, molten thing meant not to rush, but to leave breathless.
Only then, when she feels him become somewhat relaxed does she move her hands to pull the shirt over his head, hands caressing the revealed skin with calm, measured movements. ]
... Like this.
[ Soft breasts, pressed against his strong frame. Her hands move to the planes of his back, to the little scars and the muscle there. Holding him, caressing - fitting together like pieces of the same puzzle. ]