Ordrell got in my drawers once a few years ago, and - oh.
[Her sleepy words cut off with a moan, her body twisting as he strokes lightly down the back of her hand. The touch feels like liquid heat, not quite like being stroked on her breasts or her sex but almost as good. Just as sweet.
Back arching, her ass grinding against his hips, she lets out another soft keen of delight.
Were they arguing about something? She can't remember.]
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[Her sleepy words cut off with a moan, her body twisting as he strokes lightly down the back of her hand. The touch feels like liquid heat, not quite like being stroked on her breasts or her sex but almost as good. Just as sweet.
Back arching, her ass grinding against his hips, she lets out another soft keen of delight.
Were they arguing about something? She can't remember.]