Grace immediately grabbed onto his harness as he pulled her in, her eager fingers undoing the buckle in a quick jerk, her lips hungry and open to let his tongue plunder. Her sharp whine was swallowed by the embrace, back arching into the tug on the chain, her already sensitive nipples tingling; she was already a wet mess, the insides of her thighs slick and her cunt soaked, but she would've sworn she could feel herself get even wetter. She dragged her hands over his scarred and muscular chest and shoulders, then down his abdomen to give his belt buckle the same treatment as the buckle of the harness.
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Date: 2025-04-14 02:47 am (UTC)