[Skip, however, can stop kissing him. And she does. She pulls her head up to look down at him, arched over as she is. Her lips twist into something akin to a smirk as her fingers further peel the top of his jeans to either side.
Her hand doesn't venture past his underwear again. Instead, it rubs against the raised fabric, stroking the hard length.
What are the man's morals? Is he the type to balk at simple things? Or would he like the idea of getting to have the forbidden fruit?
The thought of telling him (especially if he does let things continue, as almost all of them do) doesn't help her arousal in the slightest. It's a small -- or maybe not so small -- form of rebellion against the arrangement she was born into. One she usually enjoys the advantages of.
She does her best to sound torn.]
There's something I should tell you. [But the way her hand palms him through the fabric is at odds with that tone.] But you might be mad.
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Her hand doesn't venture past his underwear again. Instead, it rubs against the raised fabric, stroking the hard length.
What are the man's morals? Is he the type to balk at simple things? Or would he like the idea of getting to have the forbidden fruit?
The thought of telling him (especially if he does let things continue, as almost all of them do) doesn't help her arousal in the slightest. It's a small -- or maybe not so small -- form of rebellion against the arrangement she was born into. One she usually enjoys the advantages of.
She does her best to sound torn.]
There's something I should tell you. [But the way her hand palms him through the fabric is at odds with that tone.] But you might be mad.