[ Annie isn't as concerned with the bloodlust as perhaps she should be, she doesn't think of how it may hurt her or even him to experience it. No, she's very much focused on his praise and the way his mouth wanders along her jaw.
Her hands don't remain idle now, they move to slide down his chest, fingers sliding over the dusting of hair there. She'd gotten his shirt off, at least, otherwise all she'd done to get him undressed beyond taking his shirt off for her failure of a blowjob was unfasten and yank down his pants some.
She wants to make him feel good too, her other hand sliding down his side, nails trying to drag along his skin.]
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Her hands don't remain idle now, they move to slide down his chest, fingers sliding over the dusting of hair there. She'd gotten his shirt off, at least, otherwise all she'd done to get him undressed beyond taking his shirt off for her failure of a blowjob was unfasten and yank down his pants some.
She wants to make him feel good too, her other hand sliding down his side, nails trying to drag along his skin.]