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“Does this feel good?”

              𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑. Lips press together, part, push together, part and stay that way, dripping with her heavy breaths as Remy explores deep between her legs. It doesn’t take much to have the evidence of her arousal slipping down his wrists, gathering at the apex of thighs, the slick of her seemingly never-ending. 

❛ Oh… yeah.  Her moans grow staccato, breaking and falling apart the moment his thumb meets her swollen clit. Her body is cold and warm and hot and freezing and shivering and shaking and trembling for him, trembling for his touch ––– ❛ D-don’t stop… that feels… so… so good, baby. 

MEME || accepting