His body is slender, boyish, a blend of soft planes and wiry angles, feline grace and hidden sinuousness. He blurs and defies the lines between expectations.
"Mmm, I could," he says, his voice an intimate purr as his own hips sway rhythmically against hers, the friction causing his trousers to slip lower and lower. They slide down his thighs and pool at his feet, and he takes the opportunity to step out of them and back her up toward the bed at the same time. Hips still moving, touching, rubbing.
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His body is slender, boyish, a blend of soft planes and wiry angles, feline grace and hidden sinuousness. He blurs and defies the lines between expectations.
"Mmm, I could," he says, his voice an intimate purr as his own hips sway rhythmically against hers, the friction causing his trousers to slip lower and lower. They slide down his thighs and pool at his feet, and he takes the opportunity to step out of them and back her up toward the bed at the same time. Hips still moving, touching, rubbing.