[ Great, now it's getting hard to be sassy, too! She'll be easy on herself about it, since she doesn't think anyone else in this place could handle him like she can. Or, so delusion says. Delusion also says she doesn't want anyone else handling him, but that's probably harder to manage.
She sucks in a gasp as he tips forward, bathing her in shadow, overwhelming her with his size in another way. Her eyes stay open enough to see her every bounce on his cock reflected on his face, and to her surprise, it only drives her wilder with desire. Look what he's doing to her. Look how beautiful he looks this close up.
Her hand comes up to weakly grasp his faceplate. He said it. The F word. Then there are more words, intoxicating enough that she almost doesn't want to lord her victory over him. Almost. ]
Heh. Good--
[ Nope. Distraction successful. Lording denied. This close up, he'll be able to witness every muscle twitch, every strangled cry once he penetrates further than she ever thought he could. She doesn't know how describe the--any of it. Her view of his face grays, darkens a little, goes fuzzy, but she refuses to give in to dumb human instincts like unconsciousness.
Forget the victory. She's going to get what she wanted before he bleeped them into this insane situation. ]
Hnn. S-Say it.
[ ...One moment, she's short-circuiting. He's screwing her. Screwing her. Her legs thrash and bang against him, hands shooting up to clutch the sides of his head. With a silent prayer, her head pushes back into the mattress, euphoric tears leaking out of her tightly-shut eyes. She's cumming around him before her brain can even register it, but it doesn't stop. One orgasm bleeds into the next. Over. And Over. And over.
Her plea is reduced to a barely audible whisper as pleasure obliterates her entire body. It's too late already, but she wants to hear it anyway, before the chance of her not hearing it can take the opportunity away. ]
Call me...yours again. [ She sobs his name, then again: ] Say I'm yours!
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[ Great, now it's getting hard to be sassy, too! She'll be easy on herself about it, since she doesn't think anyone else in this place could handle him like she can. Or, so delusion says. Delusion also says she doesn't want anyone else handling him, but that's probably harder to manage.
She sucks in a gasp as he tips forward, bathing her in shadow, overwhelming her with his size in another way. Her eyes stay open enough to see her every bounce on his cock reflected on his face, and to her surprise, it only drives her wilder with desire. Look what he's doing to her. Look how beautiful he looks this close up.
Her hand comes up to weakly grasp his faceplate. He said it. The F word. Then there are more words, intoxicating enough that she almost doesn't want to lord her victory over him. Almost. ]
Heh. Good--
[ Nope. Distraction successful. Lording denied. This close up, he'll be able to witness every muscle twitch, every strangled cry once he penetrates further than she ever thought he could. She doesn't know how describe the--any of it. Her view of his face grays, darkens a little, goes fuzzy, but she refuses to give in to dumb human instincts like unconsciousness.
Forget the victory. She's going to get what she wanted before he bleeped them into this insane situation. ]
Hnn. S-Say it.
[ ...One moment, she's short-circuiting. He's screwing her. Screwing her. Her legs thrash and bang against him, hands shooting up to clutch the sides of his head. With a silent prayer, her head pushes back into the mattress, euphoric tears leaking out of her tightly-shut eyes. She's cumming around him before her brain can even register it, but it doesn't stop. One orgasm bleeds into the next. Over. And Over. And over.
Her plea is reduced to a barely audible whisper as pleasure obliterates her entire body. It's too late already, but she wants to hear it anyway, before the chance of her not hearing it can take the opportunity away. ]
Call me...yours again. [ She sobs his name, then again: ] Say I'm yours!