duplicitymemes | TDM #41

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TDM #41

« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the deceit gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the LIEs program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the deceit gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from LIEs after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

...and you're here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of Orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You're a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high-rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You're a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you'll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Submissives are provided with a plain black pleather collar to wear and Dominants are given bracelets made of the same black pleather. The simple design is an immediate visual indicator that they have not yet signed a contract and they will be informed that more elaborate or personalized styles are a privilege reserved for those who do.

Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals.

The first hints of spring are in the air. Large piles of snow still linger, but precipitation has turned to rain and the breeze gets a little warmer every day. It's time to swap out wool coats for umbrellas and turtlenecks for tea dresses!

» » » ALL ABOARD

After stepping through the door and participating in Orientation, LIERs are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERs at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.

« « « NEW CITY NEW ME

(cw: cockwarming, lap sitting, frottage, edging, public sexual acts, public displays, public transport)

Far too many people can’t seem to follow directions. Reading a map shouldn’t be that hard, so LIES has taken it upon themselves to update their usual city tour to refresh newcomers and graduates alike. This month’s orientation includes a more in-depth tour than the usual train ride, coupling it with bus routes that lead groups through various stations and stops that show off some of the city’s most notable landmarks. To your left you will see Fiddler's Square, and over on the right you will see the greenhouse, opened just last year. Enjoy this drive along the coast! The beach looks lovely and the lighthouse stands proud and watchful, but the city recommends against visiting either one. Isn't the business district much lovelier, with all the fancy hotels and lively dance clubs?

Dominants and Submissives both new and old are required to take or give the tour at least once, depending on how long they have been in the city. Those who have lived in the city for over six months will find themselves given maps to follow and brochures that describe various places in town; they are paired with newcomers who haven't been here quite as long, and are still learning what the city has to offer them.

Whether a tour guide or a member of the tour group, Dominants will be given priority seating, while Submissives are expected to either kneel at their feet, sit on their laps, or even stay standing in trains and buses that, curiously, are always packed. Everyone’s taking these tours, so it's no wonder these carriages are so crowded.

Something strange happens on these tours, though. It starts small and faint, but the longer you spend in these crowded buses and trains, the hotter you feel - and the people surrounding you look more and more attractive. But this is Duplicity, and no one will bat an eye if the Submissive on a Dominant’s lap starts humping them in front of everyone else… After all, it seems like everyone else is already also doing the same.

The strange part? No one can get off. No matter how far you take it, or how long you try to climax - you just can't. No one can. No one's getting off on this tour, not until the bus or train makes it to each pre-planned stop. Please mind the gap as you disembark, and try not to come all over the concrete the minute you step out of the vehicle!

» » » STAMP AND GO

(cw: randomized kinks, exhibitionism, transactional sex)

The tours aren't all about sex on the go. While the tour guides are given maps and brochures to study up on, the tour-takers are given little stamp cards and instructions to complete a fun stamp rally. Visiting each of the locations on your card can get you an adorable stamp, and completing the stamps will get you a fun and useful prize! Participating locations include:
▪️ The Aquarium
▪️ The Library
▪️ Cupid's Castle
▪️ PUSSY Academy
▪️ The Obelisk
▪️ Riddler's Square
...and more! Every card is different, and will take you all around the Up and the Down.

The catch - you don't get a stamp until you use your device to scan an official code found in stamp stands at each stop. Doing so brings up a pose to be done with at least one other person. Make sure to pose quickly, a camera somewhere in the area will flash in a few moments to take your photo. Some photos are fairly straightforward - a kiss to the cheek, or a slap to the ass. Others are a bit more involved - giving a blowjob, or getting pegged. Don't complain, some unlucky people might get something convoluted (can anyone truly bend that way? Time to find out!). You get unlimited tries to take the perfect picture - so if you don't manage it the first time, simply scan again and strike another pose. Unfortunately the pose won't change with any additional scans, so make sure to do your best with what you’ve been given!

Completed stamp cards can be exchanged at the Orientation Center for a loaded money pass! Particularly valuable to Submissives (uncontracted ones, or ones who want to buy things by themselves), money passes are honored all over the city, and can be used to purchase necessities without a Dominant’s signature. The pass is valid for a whole month, and has enough to cover a month’s worth of decent warm meals, a few indulgences, and maybe some appropriate clothes for the season. Buy whatever you need to impress the Dominant of your dreams and secure a contract that suits your needs.

« « « DRESS ME UP, ADORE ME

(cw: clothes play, optional crossdressing, optional transactional sex, public sex, mirror sex, exhibitionism)

In a bid to attract new customers, the boutique Delicate Desires has partnered with LIES to advertise their shops as a one-stop-shop for new arrivals to get their hands on necessities they’ll need to make their lives easier and more enriched. With every completed stamp card, Submissives will also receive a coupon for 40% off anything in the store. Get a frilly, lacy outfit for every occasion!

If you don’t have any cash or failed to complete your stamp card - don’t fret! Find another Submissive who is willing to spend money on you from their own pass, or find a Dominant to spoil you - with the outfit being one of their choice, of course.

There are changing rooms available for customers to try on outfits and one may find that when they look at themselves in the mirrors of the store, their self-confidence spikes. It doesn’t matter how good or bad they may objectively look, they’ll feel like the hottest person to ever grace Duplicity’s streets. If said boost in confidence comes with feeling hot and bothered, well, the clerks won’t mind if the rooms are used for a quickie, so long as you’re, well, quick about it. They're expecting a lot of customers!

A competing store next door, Allure & Adorn, has decided to use this opportunity to try and lure customers into their own shop, boasting that their clothes are just as good - if not better! - than the ones offered next door. They will also accept the money passes that Submissives may have earned during the stamp rally, but their prices are a little less favorable than the boutique's. Their outfits, instead of their mirrors, seem to make those that wear them feel prone to showing off and indulging in exhibitionist activities. No fucking in the changing rooms here though - this store has class! Go out on the streets if you wish to indulge in that sort of behaviour.

» » » MOD & OOC NOTES

Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but the assignments are OOCly randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right." When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass." This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide:

All new arrivals on this TDM are Submissive.

To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to tag on new TDMs with different designations for fun!

Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!

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She chokes on her breath. No one else has touched her there before—or anywhere in this manner. Even through the fabric, it’s enough to make her head spin. She sucks in a sharp breath, her body reacting before she can even think.

Her nails press deeper, harder, into his back. She doesn’t hold back, not when his mouth moves over her skin. Heat pools low in her stomach, twisting her insides as she whimpers. The expression she wears is one of hazy, unfocused need—lips parted, eyes half-closed and heavy with lust.

The squeeze has her gasping, hips jerking forward, the desire to give him everything growing stronger. She barely recognises the sound that leaves her, something between a whimper and a curse. "Don't stop," she says with an unsteady voice, almost pleading.

He hissed in pleasure when the nails dug deeper into his back. “I won’t.” He breathed as he hoisted her up more securely around his waist, his arms wrapped around her as he stepped back from the wall. “Hold on tight.” He whispered against her neck as he started to move them back towards the bed. That way he could devote more attention to her instead of dividing it to keep her from falling.

As they approached the bed he untied the bow around her back, freeing up her top most of the way. Only the thin strings around her neck holding it up now. He put his knee on the bed and carefully laid her down on the soft mattress, until he was kneeling above her. He slid his hands up over her thighs, slipping up under her top, his thumbs brushing over her arousal, skin on skin.

He leaned over her his teeth catching the string that was tie holding the rest of her garment and pulled, undoing it with his mouth.

Her breath stutters as he lifts her, arms clinging tightly around his shoulders. She barely registers the shift as he moves them away from the wall, too caught up in trying to remind herself to breathe as her head swims.

Then she feels the cool fabric of the mattress against her skin, pulse hammering in her ears as she stares up at him. Her fingers twitch before sliding up his chest, tracing over muscle she has yet to explore. When her fingertips graze the waistband of his pants, she hesitates—just for a second—before continuing her slow exploration.

A smirk tugs at her lips, but the haze in her eyes betrays how undone she already is. “Teasing me now? You really wanna test my patience?” Her voice is rough, breathless, and full of something dangerously close to surrender.

He pulls the strings the rest of the way and removes the remainder of her clothes. He shivers a bit feeling her hands run over his chest and he straightens up above her, but still within her reach. Letting her explore his clothed form. “Go ahead.” He said when she hesitated over his waistband. “Don’t be scared.”

He runs his eyes over her, smiling. “Beautiful.” He said softly, sliding his hands over her legs and over her stomach, the calluses rough. “But the tease is half the fun. Are you so eager for the main event?” He purred at her seductively. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small packet of live, setting it next to them. Since he hadn’t grabbed any from the dresser.

He leaned down cupping her breast as he closed his mouth around her nipple, lightly sucking it. He used his other hand to caress over her length, accepting all of her just as before.

She feels vulnerable now that he can see all of her—touch all of her. No one has ever done this to her before, seen her like this. Her shyness flickers at the thought of being on full display to him, but then he tells her not to be scared, and just like that, it burns away. "Scared? I'm not fucking scared of shit," she scoffs, slipping her thumbs into his waistband. She tugs the fabric down and lets her hand wander lower, exploring him.

Her back arches into his touch, body squirming beneath him. Her free hand grips his arm, nails digging into his skin. The teasing is nice—there’s no denying that. The way he tends to her body makes her stomach twist, pressure building up inside.

"It's not that — I don't know how long I can last." The words are unsteady, her breathing quick and uneven. She feels flustered, already leaking, but she can’t help it. Having someone else touch her like this is so different from doing it herself, and it's taking everything in her not to come undone too soon.

He smiled warmly at the way she turned around as soon as he said that. He knew she would get a bit fiery at the off chance of being considered scared. He moaned when her hands slipped under his waist band, feeling them exploring him. His arousal throbbing in anticipation. He let go of her for a moment, undoing his belt, button and zipper, giving her a bit more room to move. His own breathing becoming heavier.

He once more returns his attention to her body under him, his hand wrapping around her length, stroking it as he let his mouth explore the curves of her breasts. He glanced up at her, even through the lust darkened eyes there was still warmth.

“Go ahead and let go… it’ll relax your body and make things easier.” He purred giving the flesh a squeeze and scraping his teeth over a nipple. His own heat radiated from his body as he pressed closer down. “I told you I won’t stop…” he purred.

Kainé has an imagine to upkeep. She can’t let people know that she can be mushy on the inside, she needs to present a strong front. She barely registers him undoing his belt - too caught up in the feeling of him, the way he twitches in her grasp, the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips. She sucks in a deep breath, grip tightening as she stokes him slow, but firm.

Then his hand is back on her, a whimper breaking free from her throat before she can hold it back. Between the pressure of his hand and the motion of his lips on her breast, she feels her stomach tighten, heat winding up deep inside.

“Fuck -“ Her voice is barely above a gasp, her body trembling beneath him. She wants to hold back, she really does, but it’s so damn hard. He’s working her up too fast, his teasing stripping away the last of her resistance. Her mind is hazy, her breathing frantic, and she gives in.

Kainé bites down on her lip, whimpering, as pleasure crashes over her and her body tensing before shuddering beneath him. She barely has time to catch her breath before she realizes the mess they’ll have to clean up later.

He moans and gasps softly as she worked his own hardness in her hand. Grateful for the fact he had been forced to learn control a long time ago. He didn’t have a change of clothes with him after all. “God…” he panted resisting the urge to thrust into her hand.

When she gives in and lets herself go he smiled pulling back from her breast. “Good girl…” he purred as she spilled out. He felt the pulsating in his hand as he gave an extra squeeze.

Once she finished he released her length and ran his tongue down between her breasts and over her stomach tasting her release, cleaning it up. “Mm…”
He murred.

Her breath is ragged, uneven, as her body begins to relax just as he said it would. But then he speaks, calling her a good girl. Something hot flares in her chest, and she clenches her teeth. It’s such an endearing nickname that it’s foreign to her - too gentle, too soft. It throws her off balance, makes her feel too seen in a way that makes her bristle.

Her grip on him tightens, fingers stroking along his length with slow, deliberate intent. If he’s going to say shit like that, she’s going to make him regret it.

“Good boy, cleaning the mess up,” she hisses, teasing him for giving her such a submissive nickname. Her voice is sharper now, her mind a little clearer, which means her bite has more venom. It’s hard for her to allow her guard down, even in an intimate moment like this—but if she’s going to be this exposed, then he’s going to suffer right along with her.

He gasped and groaned when she tightened her grip on him, shuddering. "Unnhh..." He groaned thrusting into her hand. He nipped her flesh as he ran his hands down over her sides, letting his nails kiss along her body. He does enjoy riling her up to see what she would do, especially with her pride and stubbornness. He hoped that she would find a dominant that could respect her as she is and wouldn't try to force their opinion of things onto her. She deserved to be free, that's why he had done what he did.

He lifted his head to look at her when she called him good boy, giving her a seductive grin. "As you wish mistress...I'll clean you all up." His length was throbbing in her hand as he started to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. "What else do you desire?" He purred, the heat running through him. He just had to ride it out a little longer.

Kainé’s time in Duplicity will test her, escpially as a submissive. When he starts to thrust into her grip, she tightens her hold, picking up the pace. Her thumb circles the tip, spreading the precum that beads there. Hearing Nier call her Mistress sends a jolt through her body. It’s unexpected, but she doesn’t fight it. It allows her control, to be dominant in this situation.

Even if she let him take the lead at first.

What else does she desire? His words linger between them, thick with heat. She might be done, but that doesn’t mean she’ll leave a partner half-finished. That’s not her style. Kaine leans in, lips ghosting over his ear as she purrs, “You better fuck me while you can.”

He shuddered as he rubbed over the head of his length, feeling the wetness under her thumb. His breathing heavier as she worked him up. He paused in his unbuttoning of his shirt when she whispered in his ear, letting another moan fall from his lips. “The. You’ll have to let go of me for the moment so I can undress.” He purred, smiling at her as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and dropped it off the side of the bed. All the scars were on view to her from his battles, of varying sizes and severity. They covered his arms, chest and back. The most prominent was where he had been impaled by the Shadowlord that took up most of his left pectoral and through his shoulder.

He grabbed the packet of lube he had set to the side, opening it and squeezing it onto his fingers and slid them between her legs. He caressed over her entrance, looking down at her own darkened eyes, his tongue running over his lips to moisten them. He was barely repressing his eagerness to sink into her body, but he knew he had to take some time to prepare her.

Her hand gives him a final, tight squeeze before letting go. “Scared of getting your precious clothes dirty?” Kainé raises an eyebrow, watching as he strips. She presses her lips together, using the moment to steady her breath.

The scars don’t surprise her. Of course he has them. But something about them brings forth unwelcome emotions. A blade driving through his body. Blood spilling over his skin. A name caught in her throat, thick with grief.

No.

Not now. Not here. She forces it back, just as his fingers push into her. A moan escapes, her breath shaky, body twitching under his touch. Her fingers curl into the sheets, clenching, like that’ll keep her grounded. Keep her from falling into something deeper than this.

“Stop pussyfooting around,” she snaps, voice rough—though not as steady as she wants it to be.

He groaned and chuckled. “I don’t have a change of clothes with me after all.” He said his eyes sparkling. He felt the coolness when her hand left his member. He kissed along her throat as he worked his fingers into her body, stretching and preparing her.

He smiled against her throat at her impatience. “Need to make sure I’m not going to hurt you.” He said twisting and spreading his digits in her. He found the impatience endearing in more than one way. He slowly thrusts his fingers into her before he slips them free.

He stands up and looks at her laying in the bed as he slips his slacks and undergarments off his legs, now fully exposed to her. His length standing hard from his body. “I do hope you like what you see.” He purred.

Kainé bites back another impatient remark. She knows he’s right—knows this is necessary—but it doesn’t stop her body from twitching at the feeling of his fingers. There’s a shaky breath, a sharp exhale when he leaves her empty.

This is the first time she’s seen another person—a man—naked. She props herself up on her elbows, tilting her head to the side as she drags her gaze over him. A scoff leaves her lips.

“Tch. You’re cocky, I’ll give you that.” A slow smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, but her voice carries the weight of something else. It’s not hesitation, but something close.

She shifts, spreading her legs just slightly in an unmistakable invitation. Her fingers trail lazily down her stomach, teasing. She lifts her chin. “Well? Are you just going to stand there?”

He moves back towards her after he kicks his clothes into a pile. The way her breathing shakes a bit, like anticipation and something else going through her encourages him more. “I’ve not been called cocky in a while.” He purred. His eyes follow her fingers, pleased to have the teasing turned back on him. He swallows as he starts to crawl onto the bed and over her.

“No, I’m not going to just stand there…” He purred sliding between her legs, grabbing the packet and squeezing the rest of the lube into his hand and slickened his shaft up. He wrapped his hand around the base as he pressed the head of his length against her entrance, giving her one last chance to stop if she wanted to.

“Ready?” He breathed looking down at her under him.

She huffs, rolling her eyes. “Yeah? Guess you don’t act like this around others often.”

Her fingers still against her stomach for a moment before moving to the sheets. Kainé exhales sharply, her grip tightening. Her body is tense—not with fear, but with anticipation, something deep and aching.

For a second, she hesitates. Her gaze flickers up to him, dark and daring. Then, she clicks her tongue. “You’re the one taking your damn time. Just do it already. Stop treating me like I’m some fragile thing.”

Her voice is rougher than she means it to be, but she doesn’t care. She isn’t going to back out now.

“No. I’m just the nice boy next door.” He purred at her. He watched her body tense and smiled down at her. He didn’t let many people see past his mask to his deeper self.

He grinned at her insistent she wasn’t fragile. “I’m just showing you respect.” He whispered and then slowly started to push into her body. Moaning softly as he felt her body start to wrap around him.

He carefully pushed in deeper until he was completely sheathed inside of her, panting as he paused, looking down at her to read her expression. His own body trembling as he struggled to keep his control, making sure she had fully adjusted to being filled.

There is a strong pull inside her to throw out an insult, but she refrains. She bites the inside of her cheek. “Right. I’m telling you to forget it—in this moment, don’t.” If he needs permission to get rough, there it is.

Her fingers dig into the sheets, curling around the fabric with every inch he pushes in. She sucks in a breath, her body tensing around him on instinct, until she reminds herself to breathe and relax. Pressing her lips together, she refuses to let anything slip out. Not yet, at least.

She watches his body tremble above her, and as soon as Kainé feels comfortable, she rolls her hips. It’s a small movement, a slight one, meant to tease him. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

He was breathing heavily hearing her. He wanted to be gentle and build up, but his control had reached its limit. Especially as she rolled her hips. He would have to make it up to her another time, but she had made clear that she wanted him to let loose.

He grabbed hold of her hips digging his nails into her as he pulled back and pushed back in, starting to take her more roughly than he had originally wanted. He leaned down and captured her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, not loosening up his grip.

Kainé barely has time to smirk before the force of his thrust knocks the breath from her lungs. His grip on her hips stings, but she doesn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she hooks her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer, deeper. A sharp inhale, a hitched breath—she refuses to let a moan slip past her lips.

Her body burns with an ache, a need, finally being fulfilled. She’s craved this since that endless stretch on the bus, felt the desperation the moment they got off. Now, at last, she has something to pour her energy into, something that feels good instead of anything else.

Feeling the heat from her body after holding back for what felt like an eternity caused another soft moan to escape from his lips. He pulled back from her lips, his eyes clouded as he moved. His hands sliding up along her arms before twining their fingers together and pinning them above her head.

He mouths over her neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth. His hair falling forward and brushing against her with each movement. He isn’t even thinking anymore. He does wish she’d let her voice fall free, wanting to hear her pleasure.

It catches her by surprise when he pins her hands above her head. She doesn’t fight it, welcoming the shift in control. A faint whimper slips past her lips before she can stop it.

Her body responds instinctively, rolling her hips to meet his. The way he fills her, the way he moves—it’s almost too much. Every touch, every brush of his lips against her skin, the ghost of his hair sweeping over her, only fuels the overwhelming sensation building inside her again. She clenches her fingers beneath his grip, breath shuddering as she teeters on the edge of it.

He smiled against her neck when he heard the whimper escape her, giving a particularly stronger thrust in appreciation for the sound she produced. He liked the rush of power knowing he could elicit such sounds from his partner, especially one as stubborn as she was. It made him want to make her let more sounds slip.

He bit down where he was sucking on her flesh before he let his mouth slip off, leaving behind a dark mark. “God… Kainé.” he groaned when her body met his. There was a small prickling of sweat forming over his skin as their bodies moved together. He tightened his fingers in response to her own grip while letting his lips press light butterfly kisses along her throat, collarbone and the curve of her breast in complete opposite to how his body moved more roughly in hers.

Kainé’s breath catches when he bites down on her skin, a small jolt of pleasure coursing through her body. She’s never been the type to give in easily, she wants to hold back as long as she can, but something about the way he moves, the way he takes control, makes her body respond before her mind can catch up. It's almost as if picking right back up from her first orgasm has softened her resolve.

Her fingers curl tighter into the sheets as his lips trail over her skin, the contrast of his gentle kisses and the roughness of his thrusts leaving her breathless. She can’t stop the moan that slips past her lips, despite her attempts. "Don’t stop," she manages, her voice strained but steady.

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