For a moment, a split second, he thinks he's misjudged, fucked up again,
but then she's guiding his hand back under her shirt at a different angle,
her breast small and hot in his palm and he squeezes again, still gently.
He shifts his hand so that he can graze his thumb across the hard bud of
her nipple.
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For a moment, a split second, he thinks he's misjudged, fucked up again, but then she's guiding his hand back under her shirt at a different angle, her breast small and hot in his palm and he squeezes again, still gently. He shifts his hand so that he can graze his thumb across the hard bud of her nipple.