[She removes his shirt slower than she initially intended, the urge to savor this moment outranking the impatience to undress him. Arching her back up, she places light kisses on exposed skin after each button is undone.
When the shirt finally hangs lose on either side of his chest, she leans back down to admire her handiwork. It's not the first time she's seen it, but somehow, it's better. There's a hungry gleam in her eyes as she looks him over.]
I have always responded positively to the ratio between the width of your clavicles and your ilia.
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When the shirt finally hangs lose on either side of his chest, she leans back down to admire her handiwork. It's not the first time she's seen it, but somehow, it's better. There's a hungry gleam in her eyes as she looks him over.]
I have always responded positively to the ratio between the width of your clavicles and your ilia.