[She closes her eyes when he moans, a soft smirk tugging on her features. Erica doesn't stop her motions, but she slows them a bit as she tries to run the thoughts that are racing in her head down to a single idea. She likes the feel of his hands against her ass, the way he moves up against her.]
You could always take your pants off. [Though, she knows that won't actually help his problem. Well, it'll help his pants. Her mouth moves toward his ear, a soft breath exhaling slowly with another roll of her lower half.] Sam, I have protection.
[She says it without any sort of doubt or questioning in her tone. Keeping close to him, because even if he doesn't want that, she wants to keep near to him.]
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You could always take your pants off. [Though, she knows that won't actually help his problem. Well, it'll help his pants. Her mouth moves toward his ear, a soft breath exhaling slowly with another roll of her lower half.] Sam, I have protection.
[She says it without any sort of doubt or questioning in her tone. Keeping close to him, because even if he doesn't want that, she wants to keep near to him.]