"She loves his lips, their outline, their feel. Perhaps, everything about them. She slowly touches them with her's, nibbling her way through them. She loves his eyes when she kisses him, they seem aroused, ready to be taken. Wholly.
She felt her hands outlining his lean yet taut frame, all the way down. His eyes were waiting, aroused to an indefinite extent. She was picked and taken, where she was felt, entirely. It was her turn, to be touched, all the way, his, to be taken ..."
She smiled, completely taken in by her thoughts. Waiting to feel, what she just felt, a bit more candidly.
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