[ She follows the urges of Angela’s hands on her shoulders, on her arms, and she leans into those touches, allows herself to be lowered down close to Angela’s body. If it’s childish for Angela to think Pukin as a prince, then it’s childish for Pukin to think Angela as her princess, what with her blonde hair all fanned out around her frame perfectly. She looks ethereal to Pukin like this, and just as she leans into Angela’s urgings, she leans into those deep kisses and returns them. ]
Mm. [ Pukin purrs in response to that tease. ] You know just how to get me, don’t you? You little minx.
[ She teases back in turn. ‘Don’t worry about a condom,’ Angela says, and Pukin can feel her dick twitch alive with interest in her pants. There’s a tightness there that she needs to escape from, soon.
But what comes first is how much she needs to feel Angela. It’s true, Pukin’s been wanting this bad all day. Been wanting her. Again, she lets Angela guide her hand to where her shirt hem is, and she begins to pull it up herself. Fingers glide over that smooth tummy, and then the dips of her plentiful curves. Angela can rest assured that Pukin doesn’t mind her figure. She loves it. ]
Oh, you have no idea how badly I’ve needed to get my hands on you. [ Though, maybe she does, with how Pukin’s been acting since earlier. ] Here... [ Pukin mutters as her hand pushes that shirt of Angela’s up higher, lets her hands roam her skin further, until her shirt is up and over her braless breasts. Pukin doesn’t hesitate to give one of them a hungry squeeze, so that the bouncy flesh squishes between her fingers. ] And here. What with you looking so good in this shirt and these cute little shorts...
[ Pukin pushes her body into Angela's, and her crotch presses onto her thigh, making it apparent how much she enjoys Angela's body, and just how good she looked. ]
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Mm. [ Pukin purrs in response to that tease. ] You know just how to get me, don’t you? You little minx.
[ She teases back in turn. ‘Don’t worry about a condom,’ Angela says, and Pukin can feel her dick twitch alive with interest in her pants. There’s a tightness there that she needs to escape from, soon.
But what comes first is how much she needs to feel Angela. It’s true, Pukin’s been wanting this bad all day. Been wanting her. Again, she lets Angela guide her hand to where her shirt hem is, and she begins to pull it up herself. Fingers glide over that smooth tummy, and then the dips of her plentiful curves. Angela can rest assured that Pukin doesn’t mind her figure. She loves it. ]
Oh, you have no idea how badly I’ve needed to get my hands on you. [ Though, maybe she does, with how Pukin’s been acting since earlier. ] Here... [ Pukin mutters as her hand pushes that shirt of Angela’s up higher, lets her hands roam her skin further, until her shirt is up and over her braless breasts. Pukin doesn’t hesitate to give one of them a hungry squeeze, so that the bouncy flesh squishes between her fingers. ] And here. What with you looking so good in this shirt and these cute little shorts...
[ Pukin pushes her body into Angela's, and her crotch presses onto her thigh, making it apparent how much she enjoys Angela's body, and just how good she looked. ]