[It's easy to go along with his hand, let him pull her leg up until she wraps it around his waist. It's also easy to grab his shoulders, brace herself on the wall he's got her pinned against, and lift herself up so both legs are wrapped around him. That's better, that gives her the leverage she wants. Breath hisses between her teeth as she grinds her against him, his hardness against her heat.
The hiss turns into a gasp as he finds the best spot, the one that wants more pressure, and she squeezes her ankles against his back to encourage him to press forward against it. Her nails dig into his shoulders, the cloak he's wearing some protection from damage. That's a pity. She'd like to mark him, leave some scratches for him to wear underneath these delightful, absurd outfits they're in.]
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The hiss turns into a gasp as he finds the best spot, the one that wants more pressure, and she squeezes her ankles against his back to encourage him to press forward against it. Her nails dig into his shoulders, the cloak he's wearing some protection from damage. That's a pity. She'd like to mark him, leave some scratches for him to wear underneath these delightful, absurd outfits they're in.]