[A whimper escapes her as Fjord finally, finally touches her. Itβs been a long time since she started picturing this, and now finally she can let herself enjoy the attention, arching her hips up into his touch and jerking when his thumb brushes over her clit.]
Your fault, [she moans, shuddering at the slick slide of his fingers.]
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Your fault, [she moans, shuddering at the slick slide of his fingers.]