[Her teeth sink into her lower lip, eyelids fluttering closed at the proximity, her body's instinctive reaction to the feel of his breath fanning across the soft skin of her ear. But it's the words themselves that bring the most pleasure.
She's won and she can scarcely believe it. Handing over the reins, in a manner of speaking, is nothing in comparison to the fact that she's won. When he presses her hand down and away, she'll slide her eyes back open and twist her wrist lightly and curl her fingers around his. But she's not making another move. Your terms it is, dear]
What a shame, they do look so much better that way.
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She's won and she can scarcely believe it. Handing over the reins, in a manner of speaking, is nothing in comparison to the fact that she's won. When he presses her hand down and away, she'll slide her eyes back open and twist her wrist lightly and curl her fingers around his. But she's not making another move. Your terms it is, dear]
What a shame, they do look so much better that way.