Annisthyrienne
Drive-by mischief
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*His fingers release the tightened buds, only to trace down her stomach, curved deliciously from the way Noon has her held. Her thighs have pressed together, but his fingers find their way along the tops of them easily enough, tracing against the insides lightly where they can. More pressure is applied close to the crux of them, fingertips wriggling between her clenched legs*
* A desperate groan as I feel my body trying to betray me, thighs mincing together, offering the occasional glimpse of the growing sheen of wetness between them. I blush, knowing they can all see. Though I struggle, they are too strong and my body is responding to the medicine, relaxing and lulling me to drift away into the haze.
