[Okay, nevermind. She's inclined to forgive them both a little - not like she didn't agree to this in the first place, what has she got to be mad about? -- even if they're out of range of sight for her to enjoy the view of them making out.
Forgiveness comes in the form of a hitched inhale, and her thigh muscles jumping at the touch. It's been a while, and she's being touched, and it's electric. Moreso, with the promise of what else could come. By the time that hand finds her folds, she's back to shivering, trying to inch towards his fingers. Her eyes closed in concentration.
She only hears untie my present first, and with a needy little sound, she can only hope he'll untie her gag first. She wants one of those kisses too.]
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Forgiveness comes in the form of a hitched inhale, and her thigh muscles jumping at the touch. It's been a while, and she's being touched, and it's electric. Moreso, with the promise of what else could come. By the time that hand finds her folds, she's back to shivering, trying to inch towards his fingers. Her eyes closed in concentration.
She only hears untie my present first, and with a needy little sound, she can only hope he'll untie her gag first. She wants one of those kisses too.]