[ She arches up towards him, part-encouragement, part-godfeelssogood. She threads her fingers through his hair, one thumb tracing the curve of his ear as she shifts beneath him that leads into a trick she learned somewhere but she's not telling.
And then whoops, the tables have turned and Kate's straddling his stomach, her head bent so that she's reciprocating what he just did for her. ]
Help me [ nip ] get out of [ slow, potentially torturous lick around his nipple ] this shirt.
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And then whoops, the tables have turned and Kate's straddling his stomach, her head bent so that she's reciprocating what he just did for her. ]
Help me [ nip ] get out of [ slow, potentially torturous lick around his nipple ] this shirt.