Frederick moans in between breaths, bringing one hand up to tangle his fingers in her hair. Everything she's doing feels so very good... If she would just... a bit...
"Lower," he pleads, in a whisper-- one word is about all he can manage at this point. He tugs gently in her hair, guiding her kisses more towards his upper chest.
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"Lower," he pleads, in a whisper-- one word is about all he can manage at this point. He tugs gently in her hair, guiding her kisses more towards his upper chest.