[It's so familiar. The paths the vines trace over her skin, the soft brush of petals that make her shiver. But he makes it different. She can still feel him, just above her, watching. She moans and moves under the vines a little, increasing the sensation.
The vines move lower, tracing patterns, following the path his fingers took. She has to bite her lip again, but opens her eyes to look at him, let him see. The vines stroke down and in, slow and teasing. She has to let go of her lip to whimper, cry out when they push in and stroke. She's wet and trembling just a bit now from the touches, so familiar, she done this before, but oh watching him watch her makes it better, makes her want more.]
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The vines move lower, tracing patterns, following the path his fingers took. She has to bite her lip again, but opens her eyes to look at him, let him see. The vines stroke down and in, slow and teasing. She has to let go of her lip to whimper, cry out when they push in and stroke. She's wet and trembling just a bit now from the touches, so familiar, she done this before, but oh watching him watch her makes it better, makes her want more.]
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