[ It makes her gasp, her eyes fluttering closed, her hands on his back fisting up tightly with the contact. Grasping and pulling, fitfully, as she realises there is too much between them. She wants to touch him, everywhere, and all over, fighting against the urge to have him keep touching her. Her thighs parting readily, a whine and a buck against his hand that makes her pull on his shirt up, wanting to get her hand underneath. ]
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