08-04-2021, 12:56 AM
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[narrow width=800]she might've told him he needed to make a mess for her. of her. or that he should go slowly, for it has been so long, and she is so feeling — but as he drew her close, pressed close and into, whatever resolve she'd mustered up until thus far had gone from her, the only answer she could ever make was a hiccuping, needy sound as she poked her hips up for him and went soft and clutching while he did away with her as they both wished.
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she was still shivering some while later, after it all as they two waiting for moonrise. half-draped and tousled along the breadth of his chest; melted as wax upon the walker with the pleasant pull of tired muscles.
all full and lain pliable in a way she had not been in ... an ever.
"you ... did so w-well," she manages to praise bonelessly against his throat, and his face might have something she looked for like an antidote — but, with thin silver hips that still seemed to have a mind of their own; skimming against the exhaustion of him at intermittent, unpredictable turns that had her twitching away with a curling mewl of protest and left her stained lumine thighs shaking.
"m-mn—"
aėrith surges into his grayspun mantle, tucking her face away from his view as she canted her sensitive pink away from any part of him that would prove to be too ... nudging.
which might as well have been all of him.
so she begins to pull away from him, squirming and shivering and looking at him with an accusing, adoring, look-at-what-you've-made-of-me sort of way; trying to get away and likewise remain, breath gentled, hitching gasps.[/narrow]
all full and lain pliable in a way she had not been in ... an ever.
"you ... did so w-well," she manages to praise bonelessly against his throat, and his face might have something she looked for like an antidote — but, with thin silver hips that still seemed to have a mind of their own; skimming against the exhaustion of him at intermittent, unpredictable turns that had her twitching away with a curling mewl of protest and left her stained lumine thighs shaking.
"m-mn—"
aėrith surges into his grayspun mantle, tucking her face away from his view as she canted her sensitive pink away from any part of him that would prove to be too ... nudging.
which might as well have been all of him.
so she begins to pull away from him, squirming and shivering and looking at him with an accusing, adoring, look-at-what-you've-made-of-me sort of way; trying to get away and likewise remain, breath gentled, hitching gasps.[/narrow]
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