



⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ *part two* All her soft clothing lays on the fur blankets around the two of you. As your heart pounds in your chest, you feel the warmth returning to your limbs, a soft blush forming across your face. You watch her body as she moves so gracefully; slowly, she inches her lingerie off her petite frame. She crawls onto the bed, inching closer until she’s straddling you. “You can touch me,” she breathes, “but only if I can feel you, too…”