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lena kisses the side of stefโs mouth in agreement, relaxing her hands upon her wifeโs shoulders. โonce a week?โ she mumbles as a response.
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โoh, god, you donโt have to tell me,โ she drawls, instinct taking over ๏น hands to hips, a subtle tilt giving lena unfettered access to wherever her heart desires. sheโs far too aware of the last time sheโs had goosebumps like ๏นข
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fingers hitting against her skin, she was like putty in her hands. times like this she always questions why they leave it so long? but she knows why. ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐. ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ gets in the way.
she lifts her hand,
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she nods her head, taking it upon herself to straddle her wifeโs lap. there was no holding her back now.
โit is. itโs not often we have the house to ourselves.โ lena whispers as she +
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oh yeah? what kind of celebration is she thinking about?
stef chuckles, wrapping both arms around lena to pull her in close. no kids to worry about. no interruptions. just the two of them with the space to breathe.
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