[ The bikini is taut until it isn't; the gradual then sudden transition into feeling — being completely bare floods her with startling and dizzying heat, sensitive and unceremoniously trapped between August's hand and his cock. From under her breath comes a soft fuck, fingers tight in his hair when he lets go of her neck, small thrusts trying to chase and match his pace, back arched to welcome and embolden the mouth on her breasts.
Cellar forces herself to focus every time her imagination slips (—she thinks about being grabbed, shoved down on her stomach, August's weight on her back and fucking her into the bed, fingers in her mouth to shut her up—) weak at the sight of his lips on her nipple with a dazed frown. Breathing out, she comes down and brings his face up, meets him in the middle to graze teeth on his lower lip, tongue soothing the bite before she leans left for an insatiable, earnest kiss. This doesn't feel like their first time — or maybe that's just another fantasy. ]
What did you do?
[ A question asked with laughter, hips flexed into his grip. ]
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Cellar forces herself to focus every time her imagination slips (—she thinks about being grabbed, shoved down on her stomach, August's weight on her back and fucking her into the bed, fingers in her mouth to shut her up—) weak at the sight of his lips on her nipple with a dazed frown. Breathing out, she comes down and brings his face up, meets him in the middle to graze teeth on his lower lip, tongue soothing the bite before she leans left for an insatiable, earnest kiss. This doesn't feel like their first time — or maybe that's just another fantasy. ]
What did you do?
[ A question asked with laughter, hips flexed into his grip. ]