[ Jean doesn't want to stop looking at her. The way she gasps, meets his gaze and rolls her hips down against his hand. He'd love to strip her the rest of the way naked and spread her out but he holds himself back. Slow, gentle, all the things she's never had for herself. ]
You look beautiful.
[ He can't help but say it, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth as he flexes his wrist, making sure she's got a good angle to rub against. ]
I can't stop thinking of you. What it'd be like to get these pants off you and taste you.
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You look beautiful.
[ He can't help but say it, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth as he flexes his wrist, making sure she's got a good angle to rub against. ]
I can't stop thinking of you. What it'd be like to get these pants off you and taste you.