She looks so beautiful like this, Lakshmi thinks so fondly, with her head lowered and her eyes up. But she doesn't ease up in it, her fingers thrust deep to the knuckle, her lips firmly against her working in those same quick motions until she is so absolutely sure that Magni could barely move a muscle.
Then deliberately, she moves back and slowly, slowly, slowly, moves her fingers away. It's different to the water, wet but slick in a completely different way.
With it, she rises up maybe to fulfil and earlier request that she stands up in the bath, water pouring off her in a river. Stepping out of it - not to go far or even dry off. But to find Magni's lap and straddle here. Fulfilling that earlier wish. On top of her. The embarrassment given way to demand.
Her legs curling around her, toes curled up and half disbelief on being so bold but she could so barely help herself in the need and heat of it. How much she wants to watch Magni and -
"I could watch you for hours." her free arm hooks around her shoulders, anchoring for support as the other - those fingers sticky from where Magni had come so tightly around them and begins to press them into herself, still wet from water, from how Magni had made her come, and then from making her do the same, a slick streak against Magni's thigh. Sharing in that heat, now, in the most intimate way. "Show me, again." how she had touched her, worked her. To let Magni take control of her movements as she unsurely rocks against them.
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Then deliberately, she moves back and slowly, slowly, slowly, moves her fingers away. It's different to the water, wet but slick in a completely different way.
With it, she rises up maybe to fulfil and earlier request that she stands up in the bath, water pouring off her in a river. Stepping out of it - not to go far or even dry off. But to find Magni's lap and straddle here. Fulfilling that earlier wish. On top of her. The embarrassment given way to demand.
Her legs curling around her, toes curled up and half disbelief on being so bold but she could so barely help herself in the need and heat of it. How much she wants to watch Magni and -
"I could watch you for hours." her free arm hooks around her shoulders, anchoring for support as the other - those fingers sticky from where Magni had come so tightly around them and begins to press them into herself, still wet from water, from how Magni had made her come, and then from making her do the same, a slick streak against Magni's thigh. Sharing in that heat, now, in the most intimate way. "Show me, again." how she had touched her, worked her. To let Magni take control of her movements as she unsurely rocks against them.