Not knowing exactly what to make of the confession, he considers how many layers of humor are available simply thanks to their current location. Her confession in a confessional, dressed as a nun, actually a former(?) church person. It's hard to tell how deep into the churchy vibe she was and honestly, as much as he's curious to get to know her more, right now he's not thinking with much beyond the arousal hot in his blood.
Thanks, testosterone.
His hands do find the gaps in fabric and invite themselves in, warm fingertips disappearing beneath the slit in the costume and grasping gently at her thighs. In unison they slide up to her ass again, sliding beneath the lacy panties to keep skin on skin contact.
"Guess we're not studying church stuff now," he murmurs, eyes briefly dipping to her mouth again before he leans in to another kiss.
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Date: 2024-02-24 07:58 pm (UTC)Thanks, testosterone.
His hands do find the gaps in fabric and invite themselves in, warm fingertips disappearing beneath the slit in the costume and grasping gently at her thighs. In unison they slide up to her ass again, sliding beneath the lacy panties to keep skin on skin contact.
"Guess we're not studying church stuff now," he murmurs, eyes briefly dipping to her mouth again before he leans in to another kiss.