[The scale is a little rough, but somehow soft at the same time. The sound turns something on in him, continuing to grow under her, while his hands slid and instead touched her backside, his hands holding the flesh that was there.
His tongue moves to poke out against her lips, taking in the taste of alcohol that was just there.]
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His tongue moves to poke out against her lips, taking in the taste of alcohol that was just there.]