Even as she says it, she knows it's untrue. A particularly enjoyable touch of his hands makes her pause, shiver, and then she yanks the jeans down to mid-thigh. She repositions herself, panting, and bites lightly at his chin.
"I don't like clothing."
As if he didn't already know that. She shifts her hips and slides down him, taking him inside her, and her eyes flutter closed as she lets out a musical moan against his throat.
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Even as she says it, she knows it's untrue. A particularly enjoyable touch of his hands makes her pause, shiver, and then she yanks the jeans down to mid-thigh. She repositions herself, panting, and bites lightly at his chin.
"I don't like clothing."
As if he didn't already know that. She shifts her hips and slides down him, taking him inside her, and her eyes flutter closed as she lets out a musical moan against his throat.