[As good as it is to receive a hint that Silver's usual defiant self might be returning, Clarissa's not going to let him win over control that easily, not just yet. She keeps her tongue moving firmly and insistently against his, using her advantage over that fistful of red hair to tilt Silver's head back so she can thrust just that little bit further into his mouth. One of her legs is still between his — movement is a little tricky in this position, but she manages to rub her thigh against him a bit, pushing against him.]
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