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[juststopped]

This time, she's going to make sure that they eat dinner. She's got bread in the over, pasta bubbling away - nothing particularly exciting, a similar dish to the one that she'd eaten the first time they ate together. She's dressed comfortably because she's staying at home, in capris and a pretty blouse, barefoot in her kitchen with her hair caught into a braid over one shoulder. She's spent enough time around Krem that she feels entirely comfortable in his company but there's still a flutter of anticipation at knowing that he's on his way.

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[krempuff]

Krem pulled back from her, just long enough to suck in a ragged breath. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh while his mouth wasn't occupied with her clit, and he looked up at her. His eyes were a grin.

"I certainly can," he assured against her skin, free hand already fidgeting down between his legs to open his jeans and urgently press inside. He sighed against her thigh, kissed back up. "Oh. Oh, fuck."

He didn't lick her a moment, just had his mouth close to her cunt as he fucked her and touched himself and breathed. He shivered under her knees. A series of soft, emphatic, it's goods and Maker, Adalines and oh hells spilled out of him, his lips just brushing her clit.

[juststopped]

"Come on, Krem," says Adaline, lifting her hips to his mouth. "Don't make me remind you what good work looks like." She bites her lip, both hands grazing the rise of her breasts."

[krempuff]

Krem laughed, breathless, as she arched to him. He pressed his mouth back to her obediently, sighing through it as his tongue went back to work against her clit. His fingers had never stopped. He missed the touch of her hand in his hair, and with his head down in her crotch again, he couldn't properly appreciate the look of her touching herself. He knew it was lovely anyway.