[ Chariot didn't precisely know what she was doing with her hand, but Fang was sending her all the signals she needed, whether through her own responses or through the bond, to guide her, fingers working feverishly to briskly rub and pinch at that nub. Her own hips were rolling just as desperately against Fang's knee, but it hardly felt like enough... ]
M-my skirt... [ It needed to be gone, all of it did. She wanted to feel herself against Fang as close as she could ]
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M-my skirt... [ It needed to be gone, all of it did. She wanted to feel herself against Fang as close as she could ]