Both the kissing and the pressing against him is already starting to have a noticeable effect on him, and he makes a needy sound of his own. He keeps one hand laced in her hair, but the other starts to drift down her side, his touch light. ]
[ She nips gently at his bottom lip, leaning into his touch with another whine. One hand moves down to touch him, tracing the outline of his cock with a finger. ]
[ His cock is already semi-hard and swiftly growing harder at even that small amount of attention. His hand is moving from her side to her front, looking for the hem of her shirt to slip under. Meanwhile, he's still kissing her, gently flicking his tongue out to taste at her lips. ]
[ She lets him into her mouth, the hand on his cock moving back up to slip into his pants, fingers gently brushing at him. Despite the seemingly metallic appearance of her palms, her hands are warm, if unaturally smooth. ]
[ Once given permission to enter her mouth, he all but devours her-- kissing intensely, hungrily as he explores her mouth with his tongue. His hand goes for a nipple, brushing against it lightly before tweaking it with more intent. Underneath his pants, his cock twitches eagerly at the sensation and warmth of her hands. ]
Day 32, afternoon— Santa
Both the kissing and the pressing against him is already starting to have a noticeable effect on him, and he makes a needy sound of his own. He keeps one hand laced in her hair, but the other starts to drift down her side, his touch light. ]
Re: Day 32, afternoon— Santa
Re: Day 32, afternoon— Santa
Re: Day 32, afternoon— Santa
Re: Day 32, afternoon— Santa