[The girl nodded to herself, keeping up the firm touch that Ren had urged. She made sure to mentally repeat his directions, to shift her finger horizontally against the nub there.]
[Her own body instinctively bucked against his touch, a groan wrenching its way through her lips. It surprised her, how she wanted more from him. How she longed to feel his touch directly, rather than through her leggings.]
This is nice. This is -- [A laugh burst from her lips, thoughts trailing off. It was nice, odd as the thought was. He was nice.]
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[Her own body instinctively bucked against his touch, a groan wrenching its way through her lips. It surprised her, how she wanted more from him. How she longed to feel his touch directly, rather than through her leggings.]
This is nice. This is -- [A laugh burst from her lips, thoughts trailing off. It was nice, odd as the thought was. He was nice.]