[ She ends up sitting on his chest by the time he's done kissing various parts of her, but she scoots back down to roll the dice. ]
Mm...maybe that's one way of looking at it.
[ She rolls, right onto his chest as he had done. A two and a three—which indicates she should suck at the skin of his thighs. ]
You're losing your clothes faster than me.
[ Her tone is teasing, quite pleased. She runs her hands down his sides, scooting back enough to be able to reach the fastening on his pants. She doesn't simply undo his pants and pull them off, though—she has a goal in mind here, which is to entice him, even if this act isn't quite the one she wishes she could carry out at this point. She keeps her hands roving, teasing his navel with her thumbs, then unfastening his pants. She works them down independent of the undergarment underneath, slips them down his legs, and pulls them off his feet. Now she's kneeling at the end of the bed between his calves, and she runs her fingers along his feet, shins, and knees before leaning in to put her mouth to his inner thigh.
Will the skin of his thighs bruise as easily as the soft skin of his neck? She intends to find out. She sucks at several spots, moving from one thigh to the other, and working her way closer and closer to his balls. She ends by putting her mouth to his cloth-covered genitals and licking lightly along the length of him, pulling away after a quick lap at his navel and grabbing the dice before he can. ]
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Mm...maybe that's one way of looking at it.
[ She rolls, right onto his chest as he had done. A two and a three—which indicates she should suck at the skin of his thighs. ]
You're losing your clothes faster than me.
[ Her tone is teasing, quite pleased. She runs her hands down his sides, scooting back enough to be able to reach the fastening on his pants. She doesn't simply undo his pants and pull them off, though—she has a goal in mind here, which is to entice him, even if this act isn't quite the one she wishes she could carry out at this point. She keeps her hands roving, teasing his navel with her thumbs, then unfastening his pants. She works them down independent of the undergarment underneath, slips them down his legs, and pulls them off his feet. Now she's kneeling at the end of the bed between his calves, and she runs her fingers along his feet, shins, and knees before leaning in to put her mouth to his inner thigh.
Will the skin of his thighs bruise as easily as the soft skin of his neck? She intends to find out. She sucks at several spots, moving from one thigh to the other, and working her way closer and closer to his balls. She ends by putting her mouth to his cloth-covered genitals and licking lightly along the length of him, pulling away after a quick lap at his navel and grabbing the dice before he can. ]
So sorry, my turn again.
[ This is said with a wicked smirk. ]