She would say so, if she could form words, but now she's wrapped up in remembering how to breathe. Her feet flex, toes curl, trying to twine with the sheets the way her fingers have. Communication is limited to the twitching muscles in her thighs, the subtle arch in her back, the moan working its way up her throat into a whine.
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She would say so, if she could form words, but now she's wrapped up in remembering how to breathe. Her feet flex, toes curl, trying to twine with the sheets the way her fingers have. Communication is limited to the twitching muscles in her thighs, the subtle arch in her back, the moan working its way up her throat into a whine.