[ ianthe's fingers curl, and so do alina's toes. she moans against ianthe's mouth, unwilling to let go for even a moment. but the kiss still breaks, their lips connected only by a wet string of saliva that shines under the sunlight. ]
More. [ she begs. her hand drops down to press between ianthe's shoulder blades for stability, and her nails dig in. ] More, please. Show me. Show me how much you want me. I'll let you have whatever you want. [ she's babbling, now, but this is what seems to make the most sense. to offer all of herself in exchange for ianthe's willingness to take it. ]
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More. [ she begs. her hand drops down to press between ianthe's shoulder blades for stability, and her nails dig in. ] More, please. Show me. Show me how much you want me. I'll let you have whatever you want. [ she's babbling, now, but this is what seems to make the most sense. to offer all of herself in exchange for ianthe's willingness to take it. ]