[There was a quiet sound, muffled against her lips as he let out a soft groan. He did love being touched by her, and with his scars newly healed, it seemed his body was more sensitive in some places than others. Even through his suit, he felt the press of her hands and responded by pulling her in more closely against him.
Chaste was out the window, as more prurient thoughts started to filter through, all fed by the taste of her and the feel of that warm solidness pressed against him.]
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Chaste was out the window, as more prurient thoughts started to filter through, all fed by the taste of her and the feel of that warm solidness pressed against him.]