[He's stiffening below her, tugging at his jeans, he leans into her kiss as his hand slides down to cup her rear, kiss hungry. Pulling away, he starts to kiss away from her lips. He's not in good shape and he can't lift her as he wants to but instead he might move with her to a wall, to a flat surface, his voice breathy.]
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What do you want me to do to you.
What do you want to do to me...
[God.]
I feel free.