[ She can't help but grin back, her breath going sharp and shallow as she watches him. He looks so pleased with himself; maybe nearly as pleased as she is at the moment, which is considerably. It's incredibly indulgent of her to just let him keep doing that for a bit, but she isn't entirely a heartless tease. She shifts to grind her thigh gently against him, careful of the pressure with the clothing still between them. ]
Can I take the rest of your clothing off?
[ She doesn't know what the boxers are called, but she thinks they need to go. ]
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Can I take the rest of your clothing off?
[ She doesn't know what the boxers are called, but she thinks they need to go. ]