[By the time the jacket comes off, he's squirming.
By the time the shirt comes off he's jerking and rocking his hips, half-hard and fighting the urge to touch himself.
(he can't, she's going to reward him for being good and only doing as she says so he should keep being good, shouldn't he?)]
Onee-san, please...
[Eyes roving over Chris's torso, over the expanse of pale skin and over that bra, the juxtaposition of it against the practicality of what she usually wears, Thomas cants his hips up desperately and fists his hands in the sheets.]
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By the time the shirt comes off he's jerking and rocking his hips, half-hard and fighting the urge to touch himself.
(he can't, she's going to reward him for being good and only doing as she says so he should keep being good, shouldn't he?)]
Onee-san, please...
[Eyes roving over Chris's torso, over the expanse of pale skin and over that bra, the juxtaposition of it against the practicality of what she usually wears, Thomas cants his hips up desperately and fists his hands in the sheets.]
Need you. Please, hurry.