"Beloved . ."
He sees right through that grin. What a smug woman. His fingers squeeze harder against her waist, his fingers hooking at the connected strings of her fishnets. Pulling them , if he tugs too much they might just rip and ruin the fishnets.
He sees right through that grin. What a smug woman. His fingers squeeze harder against her waist, his fingers hooking at the connected strings of her fishnets. Pulling them , if he tugs too much they might just rip and ruin the fishnets.
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Held by the waist, he could very likely see the cute, almost 'innocent' little grin on her face.
"Oh??"
Her hands placed themselves over his. Slowly running the soft pawpads on her fingertips along smooth metal. Keeping her gaze solely focused on him.
"I'm no' sure wha' ye mean, love...~"
"Oh??"
Her hands placed themselves over his. Slowly running the soft pawpads on her fingertips along smooth metal. Keeping her gaze solely focused on him.
"I'm no' sure wha' ye mean, love...~"
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He leans closer, his face plate pressing against her lips , offering a phantom of a kiss on his side.
"I missed you . ."