"Good," Astarion murmurs, and slides down lower, carefully divesting Rosita of her pants and underwear.
He kisses her stomach, her inner thighs, moving in between her legs by slow inches. He can smell her skin, her growing arousal, and there's a matching pulse of it he feels in his own body.
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Date: 2024-11-15 12:15 am (UTC)From:"Good," Astarion murmurs, and slides down lower, carefully divesting Rosita of her pants and underwear.
He kisses her stomach, her inner thighs, moving in between her legs by slow inches. He can smell her skin, her growing arousal, and there's a matching pulse of it he feels in his own body.