[ She doesn’t quite know what to say to that, so she chooses not to reply. There is enough joy in the moment, she doesn’t think it requires one.
After a while, she shifts her weight, enough so that he slips from her, wet left in its wake, drawing her attention. She reaches beneath her skirt without thinking, to swipe at the mess, but that’s not in any measure a sufficient method. ]
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After a while, she shifts her weight, enough so that he slips from her, wet left in its wake, drawing her attention. She reaches beneath her skirt without thinking, to swipe at the mess, but that’s not in any measure a sufficient method. ]