[ He doesn't even realize he was holding his breath until their lips finally meet. Immediately, he leans into the kiss, letting out a quiet, appreciative groan as he finally exhales somewhat through his nose.
His eyes close, and one of his hands moves to her upper thigh, stroking the bare skin. His hips start to move a little, turning this into less of a lap dance and more of a slow rut.
There's no more mistaking the hardening lump beneath her. He's too turned on to care if she notices... in fact, he hopes she does. ]
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His eyes close, and one of his hands moves to her upper thigh, stroking the bare skin. His hips start to move a little, turning this into less of a lap dance and more of a slow rut.
There's no more mistaking the hardening lump beneath her. He's too turned on to care if she notices... in fact, he hopes she does. ]