( she asks, feeling a little rotten at making him keep his eyes closed while her hands leave him — it's not a test, but it does feel like one, as if measuring the bounds of hyunsu's obedience. if he opened his eyes, she wouldn't blame him, wouldn't get mad. would probably feel excessively embarrassed, but — she has to imagine, not for very long.
she rambles, so he doesn't think she's leaving. )
I'm just grabbing my dress, since the floor is dirty. ( she lays it out between his bent knees, slightly shaky hands futzing it into anxious, straight lines. ) I know you like my thighs. You can have that. I mean — that's a kink too, I think. I don't know how much even counts for the game, to get the doors open. I could ...
( check, except she's in it now and doesn't want to stop, so she just doesn't finish her sentence, pretending it wasn't there in the first place. she lays herself down on her dress like they're about to fuck missionary, but both her legs drape over one of his hips, a space left wide enough to tuck his cock between her thighs. she closes her legs, giving him friction. rocks her hips forward and back, sighing. )
You can — use your hands. Hold onto my legs. Can you feel them? ( she lifts a hand up to bite at her knuckle, knowing that this is probably when she's supposed to tell him to open, to look at her, but she just — can't. ) Move your hips until it feels good.
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( she asks, feeling a little rotten at making him keep his eyes closed while her hands leave him — it's not a test, but it does feel like one, as if measuring the bounds of hyunsu's obedience. if he opened his eyes, she wouldn't blame him, wouldn't get mad. would probably feel excessively embarrassed, but — she has to imagine, not for very long.
she rambles, so he doesn't think she's leaving. )
I'm just grabbing my dress, since the floor is dirty. ( she lays it out between his bent knees, slightly shaky hands futzing it into anxious, straight lines. ) I know you like my thighs. You can have that. I mean — that's a kink too, I think. I don't know how much even counts for the game, to get the doors open. I could ...
( check, except she's in it now and doesn't want to stop, so she just doesn't finish her sentence, pretending it wasn't there in the first place. she lays herself down on her dress like they're about to fuck missionary, but both her legs drape over one of his hips, a space left wide enough to tuck his cock between her thighs. she closes her legs, giving him friction. rocks her hips forward and back, sighing. )
You can — use your hands. Hold onto my legs. Can you feel them? ( she lifts a hand up to bite at her knuckle, knowing that this is probably when she's supposed to tell him to open, to look at her, but she just — can't. ) Move your hips until it feels good.