[ Alina has gotten greedy, learning to relish the heavy and delightful weight of his body pushed against. Would she ever tire of feeling so openly desired? Chosen freely? She doesn't think so. But her thinking isn't even that deep right now, focused far more in the slide of Nikolai's lips, the slip of her tongue, the taste of him against her mouth, than fixating on all the improbabilities that had to line up for this moment. ]
No not dry.
[ She laughs her confirmation, kicking her shorts off her legs and losing a sandal in the process. Lifting one leg, she hinges her hips open, ass against the wall of the shower stall as she hooks a leg around him with precarious balance. ]
Just frustrated until I decided to use my own hands. [ But her tone is still teasing, a light air in her cadence, brushing her fingers against his bottom lip, trapping them there as she presses up for another kiss, hungry for him in all the same ways like she was that night. ] Remind me what yours can do?
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No not dry.
[ She laughs her confirmation, kicking her shorts off her legs and losing a sandal in the process. Lifting one leg, she hinges her hips open, ass against the wall of the shower stall as she hooks a leg around him with precarious balance. ]
Just frustrated until I decided to use my own hands. [ But her tone is still teasing, a light air in her cadence, brushing her fingers against his bottom lip, trapping them there as she presses up for another kiss, hungry for him in all the same ways like she was that night. ] Remind me what yours can do?