Any awkwardness in the tangle of his pants is forgotten the moment she's got his cock free, her hand on him - the quirk of her wrist. It's something that necessitates a little bracing: fumbling a hand from the rear of her trousers to the counter top, cabinetry creaking low as he leans hard on the heel of his hand. There's no arguing that she does good work and he huffs against her mouth, the finger of his hand still at her back curling against the thin fabric.
There's no denying the edge of tension in him - the sharp realization that it's been a while. A month here, the interval in Exsilium where she'd been-- Charlie catches the waist of her trousers, impatient about how he hauls them down to bare a long stripe of her thigh.
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Any awkwardness in the tangle of his pants is forgotten the moment she's got his cock free, her hand on him - the quirk of her wrist. It's something that necessitates a little bracing: fumbling a hand from the rear of her trousers to the counter top, cabinetry creaking low as he leans hard on the heel of his hand. There's no arguing that she does good work and he huffs against her mouth, the finger of his hand still at her back curling against the thin fabric.
There's no denying the edge of tension in him - the sharp realization that it's been a while. A month here, the interval in Exsilium where she'd been-- Charlie catches the waist of her trousers, impatient about how he hauls them down to bare a long stripe of her thigh.