[ This time, at least, he doesn't pull away as she rocks down against his fingers; instead, he applies a little more pressure, draws his fingers against her. His own breathing picks up a little, pulse pounding with the way she responds so freely, with each noise and press of her body against his. His breath gusts across her shoulder, the heat of it slightly muddled by the spray of the shower.
He slips a finger inside of her, then another, drawing them in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. With his free hand, he cups her breast again, massaging and teasing and pulling her a little more securely against his front. He noses at the hinge of her jaw, teeth dragging lightly along the sensitive spot. ]
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He slips a finger inside of her, then another, drawing them in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. With his free hand, he cups her breast again, massaging and teasing and pulling her a little more securely against his front. He noses at the hinge of her jaw, teeth dragging lightly along the sensitive spot. ]
Tell me what feels good.