She has not taken another lover since their last meeting, too busy with trying to keep the tattered remains of her life together, but bedding a witcher is not the sort of thing you forget all that easily.
Tipping her chin back to make room for him at the crook of her neck, she squirms a little and tries not to whimper too obviously as he presses his finger inside of her, curling her fingers in his hair and holding on. She's wet for him already, slick and ready, but it still takes a moment for her body to remember how to adjust to the intrusion.
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Date: 2020-09-12 06:53 pm (UTC)Tipping her chin back to make room for him at the crook of her neck, she squirms a little and tries not to whimper too obviously as he presses his finger inside of her, curling her fingers in his hair and holding on. She's wet for him already, slick and ready, but it still takes a moment for her body to remember how to adjust to the intrusion.