[There's no denying that she knows exactly what she's doing, and he likes that. It's almost better this way, that she's teasing him, pushing at him, not quite letting him be pushed over the edge -- because where would the fun be in that? -- but tormenting him all the same. When he looks down again to see her fondling her breasts like that, the way she touches her nipples, he can't help but want to do the same, but of course she's just out of reach, and the groan he lets out has a fair amount of frustration mixed in, too. The fun kind of frustration. The kind she's so very good at providing.]
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