[The bite was welcome, encouraged even with the whimper it pulled from her. Ianthe knew she wanted to slip her necrocock and bang Alina hard enough into the wall that they'd both be sore afterward. Even the press of the amplifier against her wasn't a concern; it was just part of Alina now and if there was anyone that didn't mind the feel of bone against her in these kind of moments, it was Ianthe.
Still, despite the urge, it was only her flesh hand that found its way up Alina's skirts. She smoothed her palm along her thigh to the hip and then dragged her nail down the skin.]
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Still, despite the urge, it was only her flesh hand that found its way up Alina's skirts. She smoothed her palm along her thigh to the hip and then dragged her nail down the skin.]
Can I?