The kiss is sharp, Harrow's fingers still tight in her hair, and Gideon
moans, her hips squirming slightly between Harrow's slight weight and the
couch cushions. Both hands slide up over Harrow's sides, over her ribs,
almost but not quite cupping her tits.
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The kiss is sharp, Harrow's fingers still tight in her hair, and Gideon moans, her hips squirming slightly between Harrow's slight weight and the couch cushions. Both hands slide up over Harrow's sides, over her ribs, almost but not quite cupping her tits.