[The hand under her shirt moves to slip under her bra, touching her skin to skin as he starts to rock slowly up against her in a steady rhythm, kiss hungrily devouring her as his passions override any other sense. She's here, on his lap, touching him and letting him taste her and he can't do anything but oblige her. Oblige himself, because there's nothing he wants more in that moment than her, than to please her.]
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