[ the cramp in his hand has eased, but not enough that he's ready to test fate with it again. still, it has a stunt-double.
some rearranging of the shoulders is necessary to get the access he needs; still it's bare moments until his fingers fill the space he'd been reluctant to vacate in the first place. from this angle, his wrist is bent and tucked in at his collarbone, naturally tilting his fingers upward toward her navel as they sink inside. curious abou the reaction, he gives the rim of her a lick where his fingers have disappeared, but he knows that her clitoris is where the most nerve endings have been bundled by biological progress, and gives it the majority of his attention. ]
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some rearranging of the shoulders is necessary to get the access he needs; still it's bare moments until his fingers fill the space he'd been reluctant to vacate in the first place. from this angle, his wrist is bent and tucked in at his collarbone, naturally tilting his fingers upward toward her navel as they sink inside. curious abou the reaction, he gives the rim of her a lick where his fingers have disappeared, but he knows that her clitoris is where the most nerve endings have been bundled by biological progress, and gives it the majority of his attention. ]