Octavia Blake (
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2022-06-20 08:59 pm (UTC)
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Eventually, Octavia's gaze ended up back on his face. Her head tilted, her hand moved. The backs of her fingers ran down his jaw.
Then she pressed two of her fingertips against his lips.
They were dry, now, but still had her scent, her taste.
(She was seeing where her boundaries were. Emboldened some by her post-orgasmic yet still keyed up state.)
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Then she pressed two of her fingertips against his lips.
They were dry, now, but still had her scent, her taste.
(She was seeing where her boundaries were. Emboldened some by her post-orgasmic yet still keyed up state.)