5.
He leans forward, running his nose up the apex between my thighs. I feel him. There. "You smell so good," he murmurs and closes his eyes, a look of pure pleasure on his face, and I practically convulse.
Will Be Replaced With: A regular sex scene that doesn't involve cunnilingus.
4.
"How do you make yourself come? I want to see."
I shake my head. "I don't," I mumble.
He raises his eyebrows, astonished for a moment..."Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that." His voice is soft, challenging, a delicious sensual threat. [...] "Keep still," he murmurs, and then he leans down and kisses the inside of my thigh, trailing kisses up, over the thin lacy material of my panties, kissing me.
I can't keep still. How can I not move? I wriggle beneath him. "We're going to have to work on keeping you still, baby."
Will Be Replaced With: The kisses will stay (she's wearing underwear and thighs are scandalous to no one). The creepy comment about keeping still will stay. But the masturbation of it all will be done in a fade to black.
3.
Suddenly, he sits up and tugs my panties off and throws them on the floor. Pulling off his boxer briefs, his erection springs free. Holy cow!...He kneels up and pulls a condom onto his considerable length. Oh no...Will it? How?
Will Be Replaced With: Not a penis. Probably just Dakota making an O_O face.
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