Her fair hair slips forward to brush against his chest as she touches him,
as she squeezes his breast a little harder than she might without
prompting, pinching his nipple between her fingers. Her other hand slips
between his legs, a light touch at first, drained to tease. Her face
flushed at how hot and wet she finds him.
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Her fair hair slips forward to brush against his chest as she touches him, as she squeezes his breast a little harder than she might without prompting, pinching his nipple between her fingers. Her other hand slips between his legs, a light touch at first, drained to tease. Her face flushed at how hot and wet she finds him.
"I can manage that," she says.