"―hah―" She gives a giggly, breathless kind of gasp as she feels both her corset loosen and the trajectory of his lips changing places; smiling as she lets her posture loosen, lolling her head to one side to offer him the ample space that lead from her neck to the plush of her chest. "―how clever you are to think of that!"
In following his lead, Adeline finds his chest with her palms, sneaking them under his lapel to shrug his coat from his shoulders― following with curious fingertips in the knot of his tie before shifting herself to sit more fully flush against his lap, one soft thigh by either hip, arching up against him; she does so both in pleasure and to slip those same fingers into her hair, loosening the weave of rose-coloured ribbons to shake her sea of golden curls free from their bonds.
Oh, she's more than content to let him continue; audibly so, even the sound of her moan something filled with light and warmth and femininity― doffing her gloves, sneaking a particularly pesky reminder free from her finger, casting them aside with a flourish. Adeline slips a palm up his neck, curling manicured nails into his hair, the gentle press of sharpness only seeking to spur him forward. She'd undress him more quickly, but he'll certainly forgive her for a minor distraction, won't he?
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venus as a boy - for connor - NSFW
Date: 2019-09-29 11:30 pm (UTC)In following his lead, Adeline finds his chest with her palms, sneaking them under his lapel to shrug his coat from his shoulders― following with curious fingertips in the knot of his tie before shifting herself to sit more fully flush against his lap, one soft thigh by either hip, arching up against him; she does so both in pleasure and to slip those same fingers into her hair, loosening the weave of rose-coloured ribbons to shake her sea of golden curls free from their bonds.
Oh, she's more than content to let him continue; audibly so, even the sound of her moan something filled with light and warmth and femininity― doffing her gloves, sneaking a particularly pesky reminder free from her finger, casting them aside with a flourish. Adeline slips a palm up his neck, curling manicured nails into his hair, the gentle press of sharpness only seeking to spur him forward. She'd undress him more quickly, but he'll certainly forgive her for a minor distraction, won't he?