[If he's drunk, then she must be too. She's light-headed and warm as if she'd drunk her fill of wine, the world pleasantly soft at the edges.]
[She presses a kiss to his temple, and kicks off her breeches, her hand still wrapped around him, moving gently up and down. Does this work, with her on top? She isn't sure, has only a rough idea of where this should go. But she likes the warmth of him under her, doesn't want to pull away and readjust.]
[She guides the tip of his cock between her thighs, and, with a breath caught in her throat and her lip caught in her teeth, she lowers herself slowly, so slowly, onto him, relishing in the unfamiliar stretch, the not-quite pain of a larger intrusion than she's ever had before.]
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[She presses a kiss to his temple, and kicks off her breeches, her hand still wrapped around him, moving gently up and down. Does this work, with her on top? She isn't sure, has only a rough idea of where this should go. But she likes the warmth of him under her, doesn't want to pull away and readjust.]
[She guides the tip of his cock between her thighs, and, with a breath caught in her throat and her lip caught in her teeth, she lowers herself slowly, so slowly, onto him, relishing in the unfamiliar stretch, the not-quite pain of a larger intrusion than she's ever had before.]