[ his hips meet the movement of hers, now a steady rock as she gets used to the friction, and there's a sound that comes out of her mouth that sounds something kinda like unh, but it's too soft ( too dirty ) to be called a grunt, too deep to be a whine. she's still learning all the different things he makes her feel, how her body reacts. different actions cause different reactions, who knew. science, right? sexy science. something. Rachel's a little confused when she feels his fingers tug her jeans up by that loop, even though it does add a new kind of friction to the mix. her teeth let go of his lip, pretty much just so she can give him the best kind of curiously amused expression she can emote ]
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