[ she turns her face to kiss his thigh, feeling this need to reward his good behavior, and it should freak her out that she's thinking of him that way, but it doesn't. he's just so open about the fact that he's actually really trying to do what she says, and it only feels right to kind of react in kind, acknowledge it in some way. her fingers curl around his dick, something for him to thrust into every time his hips jerk maybe, though her mouth is taking its time in slowly licking over his balls, then moving to his hips and across his stomach in the meantime. wet, openmouthed kisses. ]
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