[ It's unfair, the ways in which he already knows how to play her body, where he knows to position his focus in terms of the quickest methods of building on the arousal that's become impossible to deny. It feels like a yawning beast inside her, one that's been straining to be unleashed, and now that it has she wants to keep feeding it until she can bed it back down again, until these effects have finally worn off — but maybe not even then. What's to stop her from seizing advantage of the privacy this house gives them to fuck him in his bed, or on the dining room table, or in the center of the floor in the kitchen?
Her hand flies up and smacks against his forearm before her fingers grip and dig in for a hold, his tendons flexing and shifting beneath her grasp, and when he fits a third finger into her alongside the rest she makes a keening sound, head thumping back against the wall. She can't even summon up the strength to move, to fuck herself on his hand, when he's thrusting them in her cunt this hard, churning her wetness; her hips rock outward and she uses her shoulders to brace herself as she nearly goes up onto her toes, body tensing with it. ]
Don't you dare stop, don't — [ The pressure is indescribable; she feels like a dam about to burst, building and building until there's nowhere for it to go but released from her, but instead of coming quickly she only ascends higher and higher as he works her over so furiously she can hear the slick sounds of it. A frustrated scream dies in her throat and she clutches onto him, knowing he'll make her come but only after this brief little torment where she teeters right on the verge of climax. ]
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Her hand flies up and smacks against his forearm before her fingers grip and dig in for a hold, his tendons flexing and shifting beneath her grasp, and when he fits a third finger into her alongside the rest she makes a keening sound, head thumping back against the wall. She can't even summon up the strength to move, to fuck herself on his hand, when he's thrusting them in her cunt this hard, churning her wetness; her hips rock outward and she uses her shoulders to brace herself as she nearly goes up onto her toes, body tensing with it. ]
Don't you dare stop, don't — [ The pressure is indescribable; she feels like a dam about to burst, building and building until there's nowhere for it to go but released from her, but instead of coming quickly she only ascends higher and higher as he works her over so furiously she can hear the slick sounds of it. A frustrated scream dies in her throat and she clutches onto him, knowing he'll make her come but only after this brief little torment where she teeters right on the verge of climax. ]