[Despite living in a city that is chronically full of hipsters with beard in an assorted variety, she'd actually not had a man who had a beard go down on her before. She was already whimpering and ready, the rightness of this just seemingly flooding every one of her senses as the smell of him rises around her once more. Alex doesn't care about the loss of the dress, or mourn it other than anything beyond how Richard had looked at her while she was wearing it.
Him looking at her like this is better anyway.
Her fingers move to grapple against his hair for a moment, weaving over and into it as Alex just lifted her hips to him, pressing them to him in quick, eager movements as she just moans softly, the sounds rounding out to his name.]
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Him looking at her like this is better anyway.
Her fingers move to grapple against his hair for a moment, weaving over and into it as Alex just lifted her hips to him, pressing them to him in quick, eager movements as she just moans softly, the sounds rounding out to his name.]
Yes, oh god, Richard, yes.