[ it's definitely not that w can't endure this, even as the sensitivity of her body ramps up to an astonishing degree and she starts to feel the solid, electric pulses of the toy reverberating so deep inside her now aching cunt. obviously her body likes it. maybe too much.
she's been curious, sure, but she's never, ever made it here. panting, mindlessly rutting, her mind abuzz with the sensations, so fever-hot she's practically melting down texas's chest. if she were alone, she'd probably give up right here, horrified at how quickly her body needs and demands more, but it should be worse that she's not. she should hate that more.
texas's voice could be another vibration that she rides to wherever the fuck it is she's going. her skin is just as warm, and surprisingly soft too when w's stonelocked jaw brings her whole head down into a bow against it. the scent of her, the feeling of those strong shoulders beneath her clutching hands, they've turned enchanting in their own right when w wasn't paying attention. a part of her wishes she'd touched texas more before she demanded this.
as for those nails — never believe everything you've heard. w's nails are chewed to meager little stubs and largely harmless, even as they skitter frantically over texas's skin. the worst damage they do is to tangle in the hair at the base of her neck, pulling when w's body is wracking itself with heavy, sob-like breaths. ]
Don't you dare— [ her toothlessly rasped snarl is broken by a sharp gasp. ] — go easy on me.
[ it's maybe too late to start running her mouth about that; she's already trembling all over, her thighs doused and dripping from where the toy is spreading along her wetness. even through her panties. she really can't catch her breath suddenly, can't stop pulling harder and harder at texas's hair, and much as she loathes when her body does anything she hasn't commanded it to, there's no stopping this too-quick rising of tension between her thighs.
it feels too good and the sounds it's ripping from her are worse than mortifying. the bet was she couldn't scream, there weren't any other rules beyond that. flush-faced and spilling right over the edge, she can lean into all that inviting skin and suckle at texas's tit until her mouth's plugged full and come so hard it blacks out her vision. all this flesh is her one anchor while she drifts in and out.
turns out the screamy part comes after. texas neglected to mention that, not that there's any reason she should have. that sensitivity keeps climbing and her face crumples in something close to pain, her hips stuttering, automatically backing her off the toy no matter what an example she's trying to make here. if it feels like a defeat, w's finally too fucked out to care. ]
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she's been curious, sure, but she's never, ever made it here. panting, mindlessly rutting, her mind abuzz with the sensations, so fever-hot she's practically melting down texas's chest. if she were alone, she'd probably give up right here, horrified at how quickly her body needs and demands more, but it should be worse that she's not. she should hate that more.
texas's voice could be another vibration that she rides to wherever the fuck it is she's going. her skin is just as warm, and surprisingly soft too when w's stonelocked jaw brings her whole head down into a bow against it. the scent of her, the feeling of those strong shoulders beneath her clutching hands, they've turned enchanting in their own right when w wasn't paying attention. a part of her wishes she'd touched texas more before she demanded this.
as for those nails — never believe everything you've heard. w's nails are chewed to meager little stubs and largely harmless, even as they skitter frantically over texas's skin. the worst damage they do is to tangle in the hair at the base of her neck, pulling when w's body is wracking itself with heavy, sob-like breaths. ]
Don't you dare— [ her toothlessly rasped snarl is broken by a sharp gasp. ] — go easy on me.
[ it's maybe too late to start running her mouth about that; she's already trembling all over, her thighs doused and dripping from where the toy is spreading along her wetness. even through her panties. she really can't catch her breath suddenly, can't stop pulling harder and harder at texas's hair, and much as she loathes when her body does anything she hasn't commanded it to, there's no stopping this too-quick rising of tension between her thighs.
it feels too good and the sounds it's ripping from her are worse than mortifying. the bet was she couldn't scream, there weren't any other rules beyond that. flush-faced and spilling right over the edge, she can lean into all that inviting skin and suckle at texas's tit until her mouth's plugged full and come so hard it blacks out her vision. all this flesh is her one anchor while she drifts in and out.
turns out the screamy part comes after. texas neglected to mention that, not that there's any reason she should have. that sensitivity keeps climbing and her face crumples in something close to pain, her hips stuttering, automatically backing her off the toy no matter what an example she's trying to make here. if it feels like a defeat, w's finally too fucked out to care. ]