[ There's nothing quite as open and freeing as laughter in the midst of sex. She's extremely prone to it, she gets giddy and relaxed in a way that makes it obvious why she's after it as often as she is. She wants to tear down all of her restraints, to engage with someone on a spectrum that is devoid of anxiety for her. All movement and exertion and spiking, mounting, desire that will lead to a delirious, giggling release.
He may be so much more structured on the inside, but that doesn't mean it's not fun for her to make a mess of it. Assuredly, even, she leaves handprints of chaos and color on his lovely white things and then turns with coy defiance for the reprimand, challenging him to get her under control.
Or she'll just be here, making a mess of things. He'll have to clean up after her sooner or later.
What? Is he just going to sit there and watch her flick all his teacups off their shelves?
Laughter, warm skin sliding, all play grappling for a position that she'll settle into and keep, she can be a wretched, smirking tease. ]
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He may be so much more structured on the inside, but that doesn't mean it's not fun for her to make a mess of it. Assuredly, even, she leaves handprints of chaos and color on his lovely white things and then turns with coy defiance for the reprimand, challenging him to get her under control.
Or she'll just be here, making a mess of things. He'll have to clean up after her sooner or later.
What? Is he just going to sit there and watch her flick all his teacups off their shelves?
Laughter, warm skin sliding, all play grappling for a position that she'll settle into and keep, she can be a wretched, smirking tease. ]