Doing good, still? [Corrigan’s right up behind her, smoothing his palm back and forth over the red mark he's left. His voice is patient, nearly paternal -- if she's not fully into it, there are plenty of other things he can do.
Still, that little gasp, that shiver -- he's a fan. His fingers slip a little, tracing up the inside of her thigh.]
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Still, that little gasp, that shiver -- he's a fan. His fingers slip a little, tracing up the inside of her thigh.]