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( there's a breath of laughter at his little greeting, palm rubbing against his jeans with a slow rhythm, fingers curling around his thigh every now and again. sara attempts to sound serious when she speaks again, though she doesn't quite succeed, a smile coloring her words. )
You better be.
( with that, she takes it upon herself to (begrudgingly) remove herself from steve's lap; instead, she sinks down to her knees, slotting in perfectly between his own. ) I think you're really gonna like this one, Steve, ( she says with a casual air as she moves, gaze fixated up at his face as her fingers deftly undo the button of his jeans, pull the zipper down. ) Hips — ( a directive, so her fingers can curl into the waistband of his jeans, his underwear, so she can tug them down, let them pool at his ankles.
sara's not wasting any time here — both lessons are pretty vital for steve to learn. )
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