[ the most beautiful woman when she's not showing how scary and serious she can be. as beautiful as constance is even when their bodies are completely different.
as with constance, he lights on the fascination in how her nipples pert against his tongue, decides to switch the attention on her breasts, her left nipple gets a bolder treatment with several flicks of the tip. any response to it is a pleasant sign... yet when she rolls her hips against him and utters his name, his first name, a faint cry of bliss brushes on her breast coupled with the ache of his groin inside the fabric of his jeans and underwear. as if possessed by a greatest frenzy, both hands start to roam over her body: his right exploring the lines of her belly, going sideways to her hip and back her left buttock, his left going up slowly to her spine, her back and shoulder blades, later down through the same path to her right buttock. finally, taking an interest across her legs.
the attention to her breasts paused to look at tomoe, his chin resting on her cleavage. a heavy gaze and in a lower voice — ]
I want you to commit my touch to memory, that if I leave again, I loved you more than anything...
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as with constance, he lights on the fascination in how her nipples pert against his tongue, decides to switch the attention on her breasts, her left nipple gets a bolder treatment with several flicks of the tip. any response to it is a pleasant sign... yet when she rolls her hips against him and utters his name, his first name, a faint cry of bliss brushes on her breast coupled with the ache of his groin inside the fabric of his jeans and underwear. as if possessed by a greatest frenzy, both hands start to roam over her body: his right exploring the lines of her belly, going sideways to her hip and back her left buttock, his left going up slowly to her spine, her back and shoulder blades, later down through the same path to her right buttock. finally, taking an interest across her legs.
the attention to her breasts paused to look at tomoe, his chin resting on her cleavage. a heavy gaze and in a lower voice — ]
I want you to commit my touch to memory, that if I leave again, I loved you more than anything...