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Genie de la Lune (wolfinboots) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Genie was incredibly responsive, and her body arched into various touches with eager pleasure. She wriggled only somewhat helpfully as he pushed up her dress, unconcerned about her scars especially in the lower level of light in here. Most lay relatively flat against her skin, and she'd treated them well with creams and such over the years, and to her they offered interest rather than anything else. Plus some made her shiver with sensitivity when touched, and she moaned softly as his hand brushed one. Besides, they were only marks on a body that curved attractively in all the right places.

Her hand squeezed him again before returning up to undo the pants, drawing down the fly carefully before she slipped a hand inside to draw him out and stroke him firmly, letting out a breathy sound of appreciation. "Oh, welllll, let's see," she drawled in a husky voice. "I think you have entirely too many clothes on. I need more skin," she said, and tugged on his shirt to draw it up enough to drag her fingernails lightly partway up his back, a promise of many more things. "And then I can think of several things you can do to make me consider screaming your name."