[ A purr of approval rumbles against Peter as his hands wander up, that warm pressure settling on her breasts again.
God, she just loves it when he touches her.
She pushes herself up to sit over him again, settling on his thighs so her hands can travel more diligently, so she can focus on what she's touching. Lower, to his hips, as she drifts closer to his cock.
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God, she just loves it when he touches her.
She pushes herself up to sit over him again, settling on his thighs so her hands can travel more diligently, so she can focus on what she's touching. Lower, to his hips, as she drifts closer to his cock.
Her smirk is somewhat softer, a touch sweeter. ]
Or I could just keep admiring the view.