[ Their hands meet over her stomach, over the place where they've become one. Her body shudders with the pulses of his cock, which are amplified enough with his size that they're their own form of pleasure. The press of his hand lower down intensifies the sensations. There's more to it than bringing them closer together physically, though. This is the most connected she's ever felt to him. And, even if she's barely met anyone else...maybe it's the most connected she's ever going to feel.
Another moment of ecstasy nearly overwhelms her completely until his hand brings her back from the brink. As her cheek pushes into his touch, she smiles as she floats through a high like no other. Seriously, what could be better than this? What more can he do? Play with her boobs again? Try to flick at her clit with one of his giant hands?
She begins to chuckle with him, then she's cut off once the this starts up. Ohhh, did she ever speak too soon. ]
Ghh--!
[ That sound? The sexy version of "fuck around and find out." Monika jerks, hard. And sure, he's not moving, but she is. A few twitches at first, but then that earthquake rumbling inside has every limb of hers refusing to stay still, no matter how impaled she is on him. Her upper body tips forward and she slumps against the metal of his abdomen, hissing and pleading for him to stop, keep going, don't stop, it's too much...!
The seconds pass, and it ends. She's left whimpering, a few tears leaking out of her eyes from how absolutely overwhelming that was. Good in an insanely mind-blowing way, but still a lot. Also, did she shriek his name at least twenty times in the span of those few seconds? Probably. ]
I-It. It's...
[ Her tiny fist suddenly pounds on his chest, and she's panting, sobbing, whimpering his name all over again. The vibrations may have stopped, but their effect hardly did. Being worked up this long, so enveloped in pleasure that only kept intensifying, there was no stopping the inevitable. So, too late--that taste was enough to overwhelm her in the best way.
The tight heat around his spike is squeezing harder than ever, stirring his pre around and working it down his shaft, because her orgasm is tearing through her in ways she's never experienced. This pleasure shouldn't be so high up. It shouldn't be hitting her everywhere. Why is he constantly upending her world like this?!
She mumbles something else, but it's complete nonsense, made worse by the incessant quivering of her body. With a quiet whine, her forehead slides down his stomach, and her face disappears under her canopy of temporarily-purple hair. Her palm smacks weakly against his chest, followed by a shaky thumbs up. There's his answer. Yeah, it's good. She's now fully into fucking robots, thank you. ]
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Another moment of ecstasy nearly overwhelms her completely until his hand brings her back from the brink. As her cheek pushes into his touch, she smiles as she floats through a high like no other. Seriously, what could be better than this? What more can he do? Play with her boobs again? Try to flick at her clit with one of his giant hands?
She begins to chuckle with him, then she's cut off once the this starts up. Ohhh, did she ever speak too soon. ]
Ghh--!
[ That sound? The sexy version of "fuck around and find out." Monika jerks, hard. And sure, he's not moving, but she is. A few twitches at first, but then that earthquake rumbling inside has every limb of hers refusing to stay still, no matter how impaled she is on him. Her upper body tips forward and she slumps against the metal of his abdomen, hissing and pleading for him to stop, keep going, don't stop, it's too much...!
The seconds pass, and it ends. She's left whimpering, a few tears leaking out of her eyes from how absolutely overwhelming that was. Good in an insanely mind-blowing way, but still a lot. Also, did she shriek his name at least twenty times in the span of those few seconds? Probably. ]
I-It. It's...
[ Her tiny fist suddenly pounds on his chest, and she's panting, sobbing, whimpering his name all over again. The vibrations may have stopped, but their effect hardly did. Being worked up this long, so enveloped in pleasure that only kept intensifying, there was no stopping the inevitable. So, too late--that taste was enough to overwhelm her in the best way.
The tight heat around his spike is squeezing harder than ever, stirring his pre around and working it down his shaft, because her orgasm is tearing through her in ways she's never experienced. This pleasure shouldn't be so high up. It shouldn't be hitting her everywhere. Why is he constantly upending her world like this?!
She mumbles something else, but it's complete nonsense, made worse by the incessant quivering of her body. With a quiet whine, her forehead slides down his stomach, and her face disappears under her canopy of temporarily-purple hair. Her palm smacks weakly against his chest, followed by a shaky thumbs up. There's his answer. Yeah, it's good. She's now fully into fucking robots, thank you. ]