[ ah ... well, this is a sensation roxy's discovering she absolutely loves. that gentle tug at her scalp, the warm feeling of ichiro's fingers in her hair. it's almost enough to distract her from what he's saying and her own insecurity whispering in her ear that he's just saying this, empty words to keep her on task.
he doesn't need to work so hard. roxy had essentially promised that she'd do this. ]
I'll 'member that... [ her words are relaxed, almost lazy, and one hand rests against his hip to steady him. ] Maybe I'll leave you more pics so you don't forget what this gorgeous face looks like.
[ she should probably stop talking as fingertips walk from his thigh to the base of his shaft; hesitating, waiting. they stay put for no other reason than she wants to see how long ichiro can stand it, but it's her resolve that gives way first: delicate fingers wrap around him and slowly start to stroke. ]
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he doesn't need to work so hard. roxy had essentially promised that she'd do this. ]
I'll 'member that... [ her words are relaxed, almost lazy, and one hand rests against his hip to steady him. ] Maybe I'll leave you more pics so you don't forget what this gorgeous face looks like.
[ she should probably stop talking as fingertips walk from his thigh to the base of his shaft; hesitating, waiting. they stay put for no other reason than she wants to see how long ichiro can stand it, but it's her resolve that gives way first: delicate fingers wrap around him and slowly start to stroke. ]