[Jack smirks against her skin at that noise of disappointment, fingers toying with her underwear as his lips trail over her collarbone, tongue painting a stripe over it.] Oh, is that what you want, then? [His fingers dance over the front of her underwear now, fingers dragging along her slit through the fabric.] I can only be good if I do more?
[He kisses the underside of her breast, before his mouth moves to her nipple, lips forming over it as he sucks. Since she sounded so disappointed that he left it, after all.]
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[He kisses the underside of her breast, before his mouth moves to her nipple, lips forming over it as he sucks. Since she sounded so disappointed that he left it, after all.]