Touch
Soft touches against her face
She squirms, wiggles, and refuses to stay in one place
Startled by the affection
Caught off guard by his ********
Her libido burns with lust
She says aloud, "we are alone, it's just us"
His hands visits her inner sanctum
With her head held back in pleasure, she gladly thanks him
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