(They're having a bit of a break while they kiss, although the stimulation hasn't really gone down any on her end. She's still needy, hot, but him rewiring the image he had from her face in crimson colors and a beaming smile is unacceptable. No, go back to seeing her as man-eating Barbie, that's much, much easier!! The horrifying ordeal of being known is her one true nightmare, so she's breaking the kiss to squint at him.)
Fake news. Delirious. You're seeing things.
(Her eyes shut as he reenters her, the hand on his shoulder squeezing a bit so she can find some grounding amidst pleasure, the moan that comes out of her now plump and reddened lips almost unholy... And she sees it, this motherfucker. At least, well, no one can say she isn't gorgeous at every damn angle, but she is pushing that into a safe in the back of her mind with five thousand locks. Nope. Nope. Instead, she's making the best decision that she can which is to NOT THINK ABOUT THAT ever again, and wrap her legs around his waist for better positioning.
What she might put in there later is that this? This hits her right where she lives. For all the fucking around they've been doing, this is much, much better than what she previously let him see in terms of expectations. Long ago, she did get mad at him for not being assertive, not having a spine, and this is the exact opposite. Not a moment was she ever bothered by making sounds, but the volume and pitch increase against his mouth as she feels herself getting closer.
Fuck, no, she does not want it to end so soon. Cannot believe she's going to actually fucking ask, distancing herself to breathe and to let out a louder gasp before she can produce any words.)
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Fake news. Delirious. You're seeing things.
(Her eyes shut as he reenters her, the hand on his shoulder squeezing a bit so she can find some grounding amidst pleasure, the moan that comes out of her now plump and reddened lips almost unholy... And she sees it, this motherfucker. At least, well, no one can say she isn't gorgeous at every damn angle, but she is pushing that into a safe in the back of her mind with five thousand locks. Nope. Nope. Instead, she's making the best decision that she can which is to NOT THINK ABOUT THAT ever again, and wrap her legs around his waist for better positioning.
What she might put in there later is that this? This hits her right where she lives. For all the fucking around they've been doing, this is much, much better than what she previously let him see in terms of expectations. Long ago, she did get mad at him for not being assertive, not having a spine, and this is the exact opposite. Not a moment was she ever bothered by making sounds, but the volume and pitch increase against his mouth as she feels herself getting closer.
Fuck, no, she does not want it to end so soon. Cannot believe she's going to actually fucking ask, distancing herself to breathe and to let out a louder gasp before she can produce any words.)
Numb me — a little.