[ Once her underwear are down far enough, she settles her hips back down onto the blanket and spreads her knees apart, a nervous energy to her as his scruff works up against her legs. Her legs are hairless, a surprising thing for an adventurer, but well, when your jewelry casts alter self, the calculation of the effort ratio changes. Sporadically, her breath hitches with that scrape of his stubble.
Pelan reaches down to thread her fingers in his hair. It's just barely long enough to get a good grip on. ]
That's it. Keep going.
[ She rocks her hips a little, somewhat needy. With her other hand she reaches between her thighs to spread herself for him. Her cunt is dark, dusky like her nipples on the outside, more purple than pink, and already glistening and wet from the time they have taken, the caution he has shown spurring her to anticipate. It's easy to show herself to him when it's not really herself. This form may be the most identical it gets to her actual self, but it still feels ... separate. It's easier to be bolder behind a mask. ]
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Pelan reaches down to thread her fingers in his hair. It's just barely long enough to get a good grip on. ]
That's it. Keep going.
[ She rocks her hips a little, somewhat needy. With her other hand she reaches between her thighs to spread herself for him. Her cunt is dark, dusky like her nipples on the outside, more purple than pink, and already glistening and wet from the time they have taken, the caution he has shown spurring her to anticipate. It's easy to show herself to him when it's not really herself. This form may be the most identical it gets to her actual self, but it still feels ... separate. It's easier to be bolder behind a mask. ]