[Don't worry, Fjord, Jester is more than done with her dress, her fingers already working at the buttons that line the front down to the waist and then pushing the straps off her shoulders. Fjord's second finger pulls a moan out of her, dizzied by the way he stretches her open, her head bowing backward against the pillow.]
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Mmh—so good, [comes her shaky voice.]