[ Fang's hands had such wonder to them. Their strength, their dexterity. She used them in ways that easily had Chariot crying her name, calling her pleasure to the heavens. She didn't even have to do that much...
She pushed her rear up into that hand, inviting her to clutch. She was allowing herself to control the mood, but she knew Fang couldn't simply hold still and take orders... a little give and take was necessary, and yet still just perfect for them.
But that also meant this time she'd be the first to breach touch, letting her hand move down over Fang's abs, slipping beneath fabric, and finding her fingers enveloped by the heat there, brushing through Fang's folds, almost a bit too aggressively... ]
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She pushed her rear up into that hand, inviting her to clutch. She was allowing herself to control the mood, but she knew Fang couldn't simply hold still and take orders... a little give and take was necessary, and yet still just perfect for them.
But that also meant this time she'd be the first to breach touch, letting her hand move down over Fang's abs, slipping beneath fabric, and finding her fingers enveloped by the heat there, brushing through Fang's folds, almost a bit too aggressively... ]