[Oh, hey, look. Free hand. Free hand that went almost immediately to her breast because... boob. No, he would never get over being able to touch them and give him like, two seconds.
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Okay, three.
But after his quick little fondle, his hand moved down between them, that shaking happening again as he felt the pressure to perform, to make her feel good before he ruined it by being a boy. He bit his lip, trying to focus as his fingers found curls, then slid a little lower. Oh... oh damn. God, she was so wet and, yep, there he was, sliding into her.
Wrong thing to focus on, Stilinski. Right. Okay. Wrist turning, he got his fingers to slide through until -- ah, there it was. That little button that he could circle with fingers or tongue for hours.]
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Okay, three.
But after his quick little fondle, his hand moved down between them, that shaking happening again as he felt the pressure to perform, to make her feel good before he ruined it by being a boy. He bit his lip, trying to focus as his fingers found curls, then slid a little lower. Oh... oh damn. God, she was so wet and, yep, there he was, sliding into her.
Wrong thing to focus on, Stilinski. Right. Okay. Wrist turning, he got his fingers to slide through until -- ah, there it was. That little button that he could circle with fingers or tongue for hours.]
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