[ It's too good - her fingers reach down, twisting around into his hair, unable to stop herself. She has to be careful, to stop herself from ripping it out with her strength, forcing herself to calm down and relax instead. She tugs, gently, she leans back, and she groans.
Jean is ruining her. It feels like too much, even when he's barely started.
Closing her eyes, she lifts her hand to cover her mouth, groaning, muffled. ]
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Jean is ruining her. It feels like too much, even when he's barely started.
Closing her eyes, she lifts her hand to cover her mouth, groaning, muffled. ]