[ He's always wondered if she did it herself or if the folds had their own goals in mind, but he's never asked - even for someone as full of poorly timed questions as he often does. Though his fingers are drawn in, he resists the motion initially, stroking each petal like a hello, smoothing what fluid he finds there around the surface and entrance with slow and thoughtful circles. Oh, how he's missed this body of hers. He grins when she nips at him, nipping right back at her.
Only after he's had enough time playing with the outside and circling his finger just outside the ring, does he work his way down, spiral like, into and through her entrance. He hums thoughtfully and pleasantly as he ventures the inside. ] As good as I remember. [ he mutters. He curls his hand as best he can to fit against the mound of her clitoris and soon starts to draw his fingers languidly in and out of her, testing this new body with patience and curiosity. ]
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Only after he's had enough time playing with the outside and circling his finger just outside the ring, does he work his way down, spiral like, into and through her entrance. He hums thoughtfully and pleasantly as he ventures the inside. ] As good as I remember. [ he mutters. He curls his hand as best he can to fit against the mound of her clitoris and soon starts to draw his fingers languidly in and out of her, testing this new body with patience and curiosity. ]