[She slips her tongue against his finger, and her pedipalp scrapes along his finger once before daintily moving back into place. She takes his other hand and moves it against her inner thigh, higher and higher, pushing her skirt out of the way.
She's watching his face when high, right up against the juncture of her inner thigh and her body, a spinneret presses dully into his hand]
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She's watching his face when high, right up against the juncture of her inner thigh and her body, a spinneret presses dully into his hand]