[ lies back flat on the bed with a breath. he makes eye contact and holds it while he brings up one hand to tug the glove off by the wrist with his teeth, watching her expressing as he slides his other hand to her front and then slips the back of it down between her thighs, letting the line of buttons rub against her through the lace ]
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Those aren’t very modest.
[ through the leather in his mouth ]