"Please don't tell me to stop," breathes Gideon, her voice rough in her
throat, her hand still between Harrow's thighs. Gently, carefully, she
traces the tip of one finger over the shape of Harrow's cunt through thin
fabric. How wet that fabric already is is enough to make Gideon's own cunt
throb so hard it almost hurts.
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Date: 2021-10-03 07:23 pm (UTC)"Please don't tell me to stop," breathes Gideon, her voice rough in her throat, her hand still between Harrow's thighs. Gently, carefully, she traces the tip of one finger over the shape of Harrow's cunt through thin fabric. How wet that fabric already is is enough to make Gideon's own cunt throb so hard it almost hurts.