( She shifts and wriggles as those panties roll down her thighs, helping them easily slip down to her calves before she steps out of them, managing to keep their lips from parting with a few good movements (all of which are probably a result of far too many trysts like this) and the twitching ache of need that makes her press herself against him until he pulls back.
She blinks, the tip of her tongue lapping at her lips, gaze almost thoughtful before a hand finds his free one, fingers around his wrist and pulling it up. )
Or maybe... ( Her tone is thoughtful, the same as if she was presenting a solution to a problem Noctis had, as her hand guides Noctis' between her breasts, under the fabric of the bra. ) We could try something else.
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She blinks, the tip of her tongue lapping at her lips, gaze almost thoughtful before a hand finds his free one, fingers around his wrist and pulling it up. )
Or maybe... ( Her tone is thoughtful, the same as if she was presenting a solution to a problem Noctis had, as her hand guides Noctis' between her breasts, under the fabric of the bra. ) We could try something else.
( If he, ahem, knows what she means. )