( it's a little weird, at first — just on the side of overexposed that makes her feel stupid for doing anything at all, but her arousal is undeniable, want melting into a need that seizes her. instinct means she doesn't really have to think about what she's doing, more or less giving him a lap dance honed by a decade of ballet training. most importantly — it feels better than however dumb she looks doing it, circling her hips on his thigh, head lolling back on her neck so she can gasp up at the ceiling, eyes closed, brow knotted in concentration.
she's looking for what makes her feel good, too. it's not like she's had a lot of time to explore this part of herself. hyunsu's hands are better than the rough fabric of his pants, so she can only imagine what it'll feel like when he touches her there — she's not ready for it yet, but even the thought makes her cunt soak, distantly worried about the wet patch she's making on his thigh. she'll get embarrassed later. for now, she just gasps while hyunsu fondles her, straightening up to look at him while he pinches her nipple. she makes eye contact, moans pointedly — more of that, yes. )
Hyunsu —
( her eyes drift, staring at his chest, like it's a perpetual beacon for her gaze — eunyu never looks way for long, riding and watching his stomach, her small hand squeezing his waist every so often, like she can't resist it. eventually, she looks back up to him, flushed down to her chest, hiccuping moans with every rock of her hips. )
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she's looking for what makes her feel good, too. it's not like she's had a lot of time to explore this part of herself. hyunsu's hands are better than the rough fabric of his pants, so she can only imagine what it'll feel like when he touches her there — she's not ready for it yet, but even the thought makes her cunt soak, distantly worried about the wet patch she's making on his thigh. she'll get embarrassed later. for now, she just gasps while hyunsu fondles her, straightening up to look at him while he pinches her nipple. she makes eye contact, moans pointedly — more of that, yes. )
Hyunsu —
( her eyes drift, staring at his chest, like it's a perpetual beacon for her gaze — eunyu never looks way for long, riding and watching his stomach, her small hand squeezing his waist every so often, like she can't resist it. eventually, she looks back up to him, flushed down to her chest, hiccuping moans with every rock of her hips. )
Is it — a happy memory?