[ it's almost, almost like she could get addicted to this, the feeling of him, still big and thick and persistently hard inside her, and what hits her even more is the fact that this isn't anything driven by a substance, anything they'd accidentally ingested either separately or together. the want that burns inside of her is entirely of her own making, caused by the person she's with, and that puts a giddy smile on her face.
she hums while he kisses up underneath her chin, over the quickened rush of her pulse, lashes fluttering against her cheeks while she arches, curves beneath the descending slide of his hand down her spine. ]
Oh, you know it. [ she can only guess how they look together, lax and entwined but apparently not down and out yet, not judging by the way he's moving beneath her and how she's finding the rhythm to meet him, and she pushes up to sit, hands braced on his stomach as she gazes down at him. ] Kinda feels like you're still rarin' to go, big guy. [ she punctuates it with a slow roll of her hips, groaning softly when she seats herself on a few more inches of his dick. ]
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she hums while he kisses up underneath her chin, over the quickened rush of her pulse, lashes fluttering against her cheeks while she arches, curves beneath the descending slide of his hand down her spine. ]
Oh, you know it. [ she can only guess how they look together, lax and entwined but apparently not down and out yet, not judging by the way he's moving beneath her and how she's finding the rhythm to meet him, and she pushes up to sit, hands braced on his stomach as she gazes down at him. ] Kinda feels like you're still rarin' to go, big guy. [ she punctuates it with a slow roll of her hips, groaning softly when she seats herself on a few more inches of his dick. ]