[ His reactions are so bad. So bad, so terrible, so awful, so perfect. So everything that neither of them should be doing, but feels exactly like what they should.
She draws in a breath through her nose, then releases it against his mouth when she comes up for a break from drowning in him. Being badder is getting easier. One word from him, and convincing herself that she'd do whatever he wants would take seconds. ]
Oh, yeah. I know so.
[ She can feel more skin touching between them, especially in some of those very dangerous areas. It's not stopping her. There's an impulse to rub against him and drag out more of the exciting sensations between her thighs. As he grasps her tighter, as his tongue slips into her mouth, the underwear she's wearing slides down her thighs, just enough, coming to a stop above her knees. She's exposed to him, a slight shiver running across her body as the air hits the wetness--oh gosh, she's wet--he's worked up. What if she touched herself? What if...he touched her?
She gets bolder than ever. Her hands slither to his sides, then down to his hips, to his back. She moans in want as she pulls their hips together, nails running across his muscles. If he wants to steer them back to a safer place, it's time to grab the wheel. Monika, meanwhile?
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She draws in a breath through her nose, then releases it against his mouth when she comes up for a break from drowning in him. Being badder is getting easier. One word from him, and convincing herself that she'd do whatever he wants would take seconds. ]
Oh, yeah. I know so.
[ She can feel more skin touching between them, especially in some of those very dangerous areas. It's not stopping her. There's an impulse to rub against him and drag out more of the exciting sensations between her thighs. As he grasps her tighter, as his tongue slips into her mouth, the underwear she's wearing slides down her thighs, just enough, coming to a stop above her knees. She's exposed to him, a slight shiver running across her body as the air hits the wetness--oh gosh, she's wet--he's worked up. What if she touched herself? What if...he touched her?
She gets bolder than ever. Her hands slither to his sides, then down to his hips, to his back. She moans in want as she pulls their hips together, nails running across his muscles. If he wants to steer them back to a safer place, it's time to grab the wheel. Monika, meanwhile?
She hopes he'll let her drive them off a cliff. ]