[ at the moment, roxy doesn't quite realize just how intimate a gesture it is. all she wants to do is let her body have what it wants: touch, sensation, a momentary reassurance that she's not alone and doesn't have to worry about being alone. touching him like this makes it easier to kiss him, to whisper those heated words against his lips. ]
No... [ her hand slips underneath his waistband of his jeans, past his underwear and that thrush of black curls to drag her fingertips over his shaft. ] You're up.
[ look, she can't resist, ok. especially not when she has him by the dick. ]
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No... [ her hand slips underneath his waistband of his jeans, past his underwear and that thrush of black curls to drag her fingertips over his shaft. ] You're up.
[ look, she can't resist, ok. especially not when she has him by the dick. ]