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Princess Moon Cascade
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Casey reaches out and takes his hand, bringing it to her side. The calloused palm runs carefully down her flank, feeling the soft, unfamiliar curves. An idle thumb caresses her breast, feeling the weight and warmth. His claws trace the place where, months ago, he caught her out of the air.
“You’re beautiful.” He grumbles in a low voice, barely audible over the storm.
“I know, right?” Kol grins back at him. His fingers spread out across her hips, kneading the sensitive edge between her belly and mound.
Casey leans forward, pulling Caleb against her. Now sandwiched between them, she sighs and puts her arms around the sailor. Her hands caress muscles like braided steel, rubbing softly at the edges of his broad, pale scars. “Does it hurt? When you... take it off?”
The selkie thinks about it for a moment, “Nah. Not really but its... a bit more sensitive when its gone. Heh, nobody's ever asked that.”
“I’ve always been curious. I want to know more about you... and I want you to explore me.” She kisses Caleb, and then Kol. Each kiss is a slow and deliberate show of affection, setting the pace to be careful and intimate.
Feeling encouraged, the selkie reaches around her. With one hand, he’s able to grab her entire ass and reach between her legs with a blunt claw tip. She gasps at the intrusion and her hips rock back into his hand, looking for more.
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