Daenerys sighed at the feel of Margaery's hands in her hair, fighting the urge to push against just to get more resistance, a bit of a contrast to the utter softness of Margaery's womanhood.
Instead, though, she reached to grab onto either of Margaery's thighs, making tiny circles with her thumbs to mimic the ones her tongue was currently making over her nub. "So sweet," she whispered."
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Instead, though, she reached to grab onto either of Margaery's thighs, making tiny circles with her thumbs to mimic the ones her tongue was currently making over her nub. "So sweet," she whispered."