[The laughter on his face as he's about to comment about manners is wiped off as she goes far lower than he'd expected. Her hands are so warm where he's so sensitive, and Emmrich shifts underneath her, something just short of a jerk of his hips. Despite how he knows her, he is surprised.
His own underwear is shimmery black silk, just barely on the loose side of snug, and it does not hide his growing response to her.
Emmrich pauses to cup her still-covered breasts once he's past his surprise, thumbs brushing across them slowly. It's only after that that he finishes opening up her shirt and the mischief returns.]
Ah, I see you go for instructional clothing. Unfortunate that I seem to be coming to this from the wrong angle.
[This is an image that's going to stay with him. But there's far more to see and touch and delight in, so he wastes no time reaching around her to find and expertly unfasten the clasps. The pieces are urged down her shoulders so he can obediently cup her breasts and thumb one of her nipples.]
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His own underwear is shimmery black silk, just barely on the loose side of snug, and it does not hide his growing response to her.
Emmrich pauses to cup her still-covered breasts once he's past his surprise, thumbs brushing across them slowly. It's only after that that he finishes opening up her shirt and the mischief returns.]
Ah, I see you go for instructional clothing. Unfortunate that I seem to be coming to this from the wrong angle.
[This is an image that's going to stay with him. But there's far more to see and touch and delight in, so he wastes no time reaching around her to find and expertly unfasten the clasps. The pieces are urged down her shoulders so he can obediently cup her breasts and thumb one of her nipples.]