[Fjord's mouth on the flushed skin of her chest is exactly what she wanted; her breasts heave with each breath, nipples already stiff enough to show through the lace cups of her bra. His comment draws a laugh out of her.]
I'm half-Water Genasi, so—!
[Her hips start to roll upward to meet the thrusts of Fjord's hand, eager to feel as much as she can, to soak in every little sensation.]
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I'm half-Water Genasi, so—!
[Her hips start to roll upward to meet the thrusts of Fjord's hand, eager to feel as much as she can, to soak in every little sensation.]