[ There's a whimper with the first caress on her breast, like it's something she forgot she'd been longing for. Arching into him, Cellar presses a harder kiss, a reward that comes with teeth, nipple stiff between his fingers. August is sweet, she thinks, but he knows what he's doing. Knows exactly how to tell her not to stop, some mix of a plea and instruction that hits the spot. It's a bit of a guilty pleasure, being told what to do.
Finding balance on her knees, one hand pumps him slowly, thumb rubbing over the divot, while she reaches behind to pull the string of her bikini loose with the other. With the second string pulled over her head, she drops the top on the tile. His cheek is cupped next, lips reunited with an earnest, shameless noise. The water's temperature makes her chest sensitive; she can feel her heart beating faster, too, a different kind of heat pooling between her legs where the fabric already feels tight. ]
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Finding balance on her knees, one hand pumps him slowly, thumb rubbing over the divot, while she reaches behind to pull the string of her bikini loose with the other. With the second string pulled over her head, she drops the top on the tile. His cheek is cupped next, lips reunited with an earnest, shameless noise. The water's temperature makes her chest sensitive; she can feel her heart beating faster, too, a different kind of heat pooling between her legs where the fabric already feels tight. ]
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