[Stupid, you're never going to get anywhere like that. Clarissa leans back, putting enough distance between her body and Silver's so she can help him pull off her shirt, only breaking off from the kiss to tug it off over her head, letting it crumple on the floor. She latches her mouth needily back to his immediately; her hands wander up Silver's chest, climbing impatiently until they reach his neck. Clarissa fumbles for the zip on Silver's jacket, hastily pulling it downward and beginning to tug the garment down from Silver's shoulders.]
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