[She’s neither used to intimacy or being touched like this. If anyone else had tried that, she would have likely shot them already. But she finds his touch warm, slowly breathing in and out as his hands continue to roam over her. She should move, but this is nice. It feels a lot less uncomplicated than it likely is given the circumstances.]
Well lucky for you, I have nothing to compare it to. [It felt good. It felt like something she needed, like she found some sort of solace.]
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Well lucky for you, I have nothing to compare it to. [It felt good. It felt like something she needed, like she found some sort of solace.]