[Eun would have strongly considered sliding off the couch if Jae had stuck to that non-committal "perhaps." Her enjoyment of the game of feigned indifference only goes so far. But Jae...Jae seems to understand that about her now, something she adores him all the more for. Smile spreading wider, she carefully draws his pants down, away from his body enough to slip her hand beneath. The band gives way easily for her to find his cock beneath the soft fabric, to cup him and stroke him gently to begin.]
What can I do to convince you to touch me too?
[As if she isn't already. As if she isn't slowly running her fingers over him, easing them into this unhurriedly and with very deliberate touches. As if she isn't looking at him with adoration that only he's seen in her eyes before.]
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What can I do to convince you to touch me too?
[As if she isn't already. As if she isn't slowly running her fingers over him, easing them into this unhurriedly and with very deliberate touches. As if she isn't looking at him with adoration that only he's seen in her eyes before.]