[ This won't do. Even with her jumpsuit slightly down, it's just not enough, and Amos manhandles Clara into standing between his legs, hands pushing down at her jumpsuit until it pools at her feet, allowing her to step out of it. But before she can sit back down, Amos pulls her close, lips at the elastic band of her underwear, fingers curling into it at her hips.
His nose presses into her skin, taking a moment to allow his heart to beat faster, for his body to respond to the feel, smell, taste of hers, and he looks up, licking his lips. ]
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His nose presses into her skin, taking a moment to allow his heart to beat faster, for his body to respond to the feel, smell, taste of hers, and he looks up, licking his lips. ]
I wanna go down on you.