She'd really only slid her feet in his lap to maintain that sense of contact but she's not going to complain when he starts rubbing her feet with strong fingers.
"Cake. Wine. Company." She smiles. "Nothing to complain about."
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She'd really only slid her feet in his lap to maintain that sense of contact but she's not going to complain when he starts rubbing her feet with strong fingers.
"Cake. Wine. Company." She smiles. "Nothing to complain about."