[ She's eager with the mess she wakes. Bracing her hands on her hips, rocking on the far too tall heels. Rolling her weight easily as she presses against her. ]
Saying thank you. I don't want you to think I'm not grateful.
[ Her head goes lower, all sweetly teasing along her collar-bone until she bites, sharp and quick and giggling. The soft press of her tongue against skin and the roll up and into her. There are goosebumps on her skin with the cold, her pale skin stark against the sheer black of her bra. More lace - she seems to have endless amounts of it and - she looks happy to taking it off too up until - ]
Pizza's done. [ and she's gone the next second, going straight to the microwave to get it open. Hungry, is apparently what's taking up the other part of her mind. ]
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Saying thank you. I don't want you to think I'm not grateful.
[ Her head goes lower, all sweetly teasing along her collar-bone until she bites, sharp and quick and giggling. The soft press of her tongue against skin and the roll up and into her. There are goosebumps on her skin with the cold, her pale skin stark against the sheer black of her bra. More lace - she seems to have endless amounts of it and - she looks happy to taking it off too up until - ]
Pizza's done. [ and she's gone the next second, going straight to the microwave to get it open. Hungry, is apparently what's taking up the other part of her mind. ]