( there's a subtle shifting of her hips against his mouth as his tongue laps at her clit, unable to keep still between that and the similarly lazy way her fingers rub against her nipples. sara hears the unzipping of his jeans and lays her head to the side, peering through heavily lidded eyes at the rhythmic movement of his hand wrapped around his cock. it's kind of an intoxicating sight that she can't seem to bring herself to look away from, even while he's got her moaning like he is right now. )
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