[A pleased hum gathers at the back of Liem's throat at the teasing drag of Jester's fingers at the nape of his neck. The little touches she's been giving him feel even nicer now than they might on an ordinary day, but even more than the stroke of her fingers, he's pleased to note her hands moving to pull his bow tie undone. His collar has long since begun to feel uncomfortably hot against his flushed, oversensitive skin, and he's keenly aware of the barrier that his clothes make between him and her touch.
Ever wishing to accommodate, he eases the last of her own garments down her thighs, pulling the panties down as far as he can before her kneeling posture prevents him from sliding them any further. Already, though, she's about as bare as it's possible to be—and he's enjoying everything he sees.]
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Ever wishing to accommodate, he eases the last of her own garments down her thighs, pulling the panties down as far as he can before her kneeling posture prevents him from sliding them any further. Already, though, she's about as bare as it's possible to be—and he's enjoying everything he sees.]