[Zenyatta doesn't have the inclination to follow each change too intently; he simply lets the shifting rhythms of Jamie's body wash over him as a passive recipient. His pulse. His breathing. His temperature...]
Then we truly are in harmony. [His finger moves languidly, drawing long, teasing lines up and down the soft cleft from clit to entrance; all the while his thumb probes at his ass as well, a curious intrusion.]
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Then we truly are in harmony. [His finger moves languidly, drawing long, teasing lines up and down the soft cleft from clit to entrance; all the while his thumb probes at his ass as well, a curious intrusion.]