[Clara sits up and crawls into his lap with ease, one hand coming to rest on his shoulder. It's a bit more personal than some other positions, a bit less of an anonymous shag, but she wants the closeness, the proximity. She wants to press her chest against his, to feel his heart beating, to really know that she's with someone tonight.
A small, warm hand wraps around the straining length of him, tentative at first, and then bolder, recommitting the shape of a man to her muscle memory. She eases down just enough to press against him, heat against heat, a slow grind, slipping him through her folds once, then twice.]
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A small, warm hand wraps around the straining length of him, tentative at first, and then bolder, recommitting the shape of a man to her muscle memory. She eases down just enough to press against him, heat against heat, a slow grind, slipping him through her folds once, then twice.]
You ready? [ she finally asks.]