[ She likes the way he lifts his hips to try and match her movements. It's a good sign. She once again buries her face against his neck, moaning as she moves. Her nails scratch over his upper back.
She can't help but laugh at his response. ] It is. [ She's a bit breathless, muttering a few words of praise against the crook of his neck. ]
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She can't help but laugh at his response. ] It is. [ She's a bit breathless, muttering a few words of praise against the crook of his neck. ]