[As her panties are peeled down her thighs, past the little hip-fins she's still not quite used to and down toward her knees, Jester's fingers make quick work of Liem's bow tie and quickly abandon it to start unbuttoning his shirt. Her knees lift, one at a time, and she wiggles her underwear the rest of the way off her shins. After that, there's nothing but Jester: soft, deep blue curls nestled between her thighs, skin flushed and freckled and baring more than a few battle scars.
She's lost all sense of restraint by now, leaning forward to press hungry kisses into the open V of Liem's collar. Her fingers are halfway through his shirt buttons and it doesn't seem like they intend on stopping at any point.]
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She's lost all sense of restraint by now, leaning forward to press hungry kisses into the open V of Liem's collar. Her fingers are halfway through his shirt buttons and it doesn't seem like they intend on stopping at any point.]