[When he pulls away, a whimper escapes her lips but she's soon put at ease as he takes her hand and lets their fingers intertwine. Once she's holding herself up over him, she pauses to tuck her hair behind her ear to keep it from falling over his face. His request is heard loud and clear, and she knows just what to say.]
Tear it off.
[Even as she speaks, she's doing her best to maintain her balance, keeping all her weight on the one hand he's holding. The hand she isn't using for support finds its way past the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around the hardness of his cock. It's a warm weight, still slick from his interrupted efforts. His intimate skin is hot to the touch, almost fevered. The extent of his desire is practically emanating off him.]
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Tear it off.
[Even as she speaks, she's doing her best to maintain her balance, keeping all her weight on the one hand he's holding. The hand she isn't using for support finds its way past the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around the hardness of his cock. It's a warm weight, still slick from his interrupted efforts. His intimate skin is hot to the touch, almost fevered. The extent of his desire is practically emanating off him.]