[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night

Emmett Plow the land with the horn of a lamb. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then sow some seeds from north of the dam. Then she'll be a true love of mine Hands came down his sides then -- oh-- Phoebe moved to touch his cock. Her touch was nervous, light at first; but the fact that it was Phoebe made it more electric than any time he'd touched himself. His hips immediately began to rock into her hand as he gasped and bit his lip. After a while of just moving into her hand, he felt it was time to reciprocate. Emmett traced his fingers down Phoebe's stomach (she was so soft, so lovely, so delicate) and paused for just a moment above the waistband of her shorts before sinking beneath. His fingers brushed past light hair and found her clit (after a moment of something that could be called confused poking), where he began to move his fingers up and down, moving about the wetness he found there. "...D...do y'wanna..." Emmett began to ask, but didn't finish the question in words, just pushed his finger inside her ever so slightly, to his first knuckle.