( he can't see it, but undoubtedly he knows of the grin that's perched wickedly across her mouth, brims still carrying that familiar ruby tint—thank the angel for lipsticks that withheld an entire day's wear. if not, he'll hear it in the way following words lace together like velvet, dripping with praise and a click of her tongue. ) Good boy.
( a reciprocated buzz, and the locks set before him are quietly shifted from their place. ) 32A. ( and that's all she gives him, ending the call thereafter only to set phone atop the endtable beside her.
it isn't as if she's expecting him to come up with such behavior in tact, in fact she's hoping for the opposite; it may be easy to keep at this little game they've started while he isn't just before her, but she knows herself well enough, knows her discipline will crumble wildly the moment there's hands on her like a promise to sate what she needs, and god it'd been far too long. what's waiting for him is exactly as that snapchat suggested, paired with tousled, thick ebony locks and a hint of what remains of her perfume. )
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( a reciprocated buzz, and the locks set before him are quietly shifted from their place. ) 32A. ( and that's all she gives him, ending the call thereafter only to set phone atop the endtable beside her.
it isn't as if she's expecting him to come up with such behavior in tact, in fact she's hoping for the opposite; it may be easy to keep at this little game they've started while he isn't just before her, but she knows herself well enough, knows her discipline will crumble wildly the moment there's hands on her like a promise to sate what she needs, and god it'd been far too long. what's waiting for him is exactly as that snapchat suggested, paired with tousled, thick ebony locks and a hint of what remains of her perfume. )