[ There's the press of teeth as he withdraws just far enough from you thumb that the pad of it is resting between his lips. His blue eyes have turned your way now, seeing only you and betraying the need that he may have appeared immune to.
That's the roughness of the tip of his tongue along the skin of your finger now, and then he's moving that hand back into the cuff, willing it to tighten around it again so that you won't be able to distract him from what he plans next.
He's using both of his thumbs to follow the dip right before the jut of your hipbones; the pressure loving, caressing and very much like the way he'd trace the crack of your ass.
He wants you to think of the places he'd usually touch you, while not actually touching you there. You've an agile mind with a vivid enough imagination, yes? ]
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That's the roughness of the tip of his tongue along the skin of your finger now, and then he's moving that hand back into the cuff, willing it to tighten around it again so that you won't be able to distract him from what he plans next.
He's using both of his thumbs to follow the dip right before the jut of your hipbones; the pressure loving, caressing and very much like the way he'd trace the crack of your ass.
He wants you to think of the places he'd usually touch you, while not actually touching you there. You've an agile mind with a vivid enough imagination, yes? ]