This is all yours, Arch. ( she breathes into his mouth, a desperation in her voice like she wants to convince them both. she kisses him again, clamors into his lap and finds her home there in the warmth of his skin.
his hands on her back have her arching forward before she sits back, reaching to catch his wrist to pull his hand from where it's fumbling. she guides it to her front, to her breast over the lace. the dress can be pulled down; the skirt pulled up. ) I'm all yours.
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his hands on her back have her arching forward before she sits back, reaching to catch his wrist to pull his hand from where it's fumbling. she guides it to her front, to her breast over the lace. the dress can be pulled down; the skirt pulled up. ) I'm all yours.