[ With every kiss, Illya can feel as if she's losing herself more and more, little by little. She's drowning in the intense ecstacy that it brings her, but that doesn't bother her one bit. Cheeks flush, her skin growing slightly warm as she hitches a breath, a sharp inhale through her nose as she parts her lips only to take it up a notch.
Her tongue flicks out playfully, tracing his lower lip as if to invite him. Give her more is the silent request she wants him to fulfill for her.
And as for her hands? They don't stop, just simply roaming down the front of his pants, feeling him through the fabric. ]
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Her tongue flicks out playfully, tracing his lower lip as if to invite him. Give her more is the silent request she wants him to fulfill for her.
And as for her hands? They don't stop, just simply roaming down the front of his pants, feeling him through the fabric. ]