[ Some part of Ferdinand, the part still concerned with things like decorum and modesty, wants to suggest that they take things somewhere more private. But that part of him is outvoted. Every kiss she presses to the sensitive skin of his neck, every press of her body against his, even the breathy sound she makes as his fingertips glance over the most intimate part of her body... it all makes him more impatient, more desperate. ]
Petra...
[ Her name comes out as an astonished, breathy gasp. His head cants to one side to grant her even broader access to his neck, and his hips press insistently against her, that firm erection causing the fabric of his pants to strain as he rubs against her. At the same time, the fingers that had been touching her neck slide upward to the back of her head, cradling her head there.
But the fingers of the other hand have much more to accomplish. The gaps in her stockings are wide enough for him to blindly find his way inside of them, prying their way beneath the damp, warm fabric of her thong. Their pads brush against her entrance, and for a moment, he contemplates whether or not to slide them inside. But he settles on a different approach first. His hand tucks itself deeper between her thighs, giving him the reach he needs so that those fingers can curl upward, hugging her entrance, and instead target the bud nestled atop her folds with slow, eager strokes. ]
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Petra...
[ Her name comes out as an astonished, breathy gasp. His head cants to one side to grant her even broader access to his neck, and his hips press insistently against her, that firm erection causing the fabric of his pants to strain as he rubs against her. At the same time, the fingers that had been touching her neck slide upward to the back of her head, cradling her head there.
But the fingers of the other hand have much more to accomplish. The gaps in her stockings are wide enough for him to blindly find his way inside of them, prying their way beneath the damp, warm fabric of her thong. Their pads brush against her entrance, and for a moment, he contemplates whether or not to slide them inside. But he settles on a different approach first. His hand tucks itself deeper between her thighs, giving him the reach he needs so that those fingers can curl upward, hugging her entrance, and instead target the bud nestled atop her folds with slow, eager strokes. ]