[ Ezio's rogue's hood keeps tipping awkwardly into his eyes. He sweeps it back with impatience, a noise of delight in his throat at the sharp press of her teeth. He hadn't expected to find her here, a welcome distraction in her skintight pants, pants he gets a good feel for when he drops a hand back along her hips and grabs her ass.
The angle isn't quite right but almost there, a deep frisson of heat sparking in that welcome friction of their hips. Anyone could find them like this: necking, grinding into each other like two horny teenagers in their anachronistic garb, an added thrill of danger. Ezio rolls that hand beneath her bottom, cupping her thigh and pulling her leg up, a better angle for his lazy thrusts. ]
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The angle isn't quite right but almost there, a deep frisson of heat sparking in that welcome friction of their hips. Anyone could find them like this: necking, grinding into each other like two horny teenagers in their anachronistic garb, an added thrill of danger. Ezio rolls that hand beneath her bottom, cupping her thigh and pulling her leg up, a better angle for his lazy thrusts. ]