[There's a feeling of power as she strokes her nails back and forth. One pass is a little harder, rougher, leaving lines of pale skin in their wake that are slow to fade.]
...I like seeing you turned on. [An awkward admission, but one that's true nonetheless]
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[There's a feeling of power as she strokes her nails back and forth. One pass is a little harder, rougher, leaving lines of pale skin in their wake that are slow to fade.]
...I like seeing you turned on. [An awkward admission, but one that's true nonetheless]