(damn it, this is torture, isn't it? torture, it's painful. that ache is there, and she's feeling it drive her up the wall. being turned on already from watching w closely earlier is one thing, getting turned on more by the teasing and being somewhat trapped is another thing. texas has speed, but w has more tricks up her sleeve than that. which makes the idea of a "challenge" between them interesting. like now with their patience.
one has more than enough, the other is excellent at self-restraint when she needs to be. such as now, even if she did feel that urge to rut up against w's mouth.
not that she could, those hands stopping her were enough to. the whine that leaves her, it's closer to an animal than a human in the pitch to it. though it's low, it's high enough it's heard. fuck. she's got more than enough heat running through her, all the way down to that cunt of hers that's dripping plenty. the grip on her thighs is telling her she needs to keep playing; she can say it herself that she likes the risk (more and more) and that little back and forth between them.
it's dangerous, but that's the way she likes it. give her danger, a lot of it. that little beast inside of her might never go away in its demand for this, because that's what also helps her feel alive. that risk, that danger. texas can admit as much to herself while breathing harshly, face flushed and that wild look in her eyes only growing. demanding. it wants to lash the fuck out, but texas won't allow that. not whenever there's a time and place for that to happen. that makes it less fun if she did cave to those instincts now.
too early. but not too early for her to feel herself being pushed to the limit in that urgency she's feeling. the teasing of her fingers running along her thighs, telling her what she wants to do and won't until texas answers. maybe she'd look good covered in bruises and teeth, looking like she just got out of a fight with some manner of burdenbeast or clawbeast. it's only fitting for the last texas who left behind everything that she could in siracusa.)
Rough me up.(she sighs it out, the growl underlying her voice is guttural. loud and hungering like those amber eyes of hers. if she didn't know any better, maybe texas would have thought she's a bitch in heat from the feeling she's getting.) Come on, I need it badly. I want you to fuck me hard, merc, because if I have to wait any longer I'm going to go crazier. (that magic wand can honestly sit in the trash for all texas cares after earlier, this is much better. way better than getting off with toys in her own time.
so she'll purr it out how she is, in guttural sounds and growls. snarls of teeth, wildness edging into her expression just enough to suggest that she's not willing to back down from a challenge herself. as she said earlier to herself, her grandpa didn't raise a quitter. much less a granddaughter who was doing something that would make him and her father turn in their graves had the corpses not be burned in the manor.)
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one has more than enough, the other is excellent at self-restraint when she needs to be. such as now, even if she did feel that urge to rut up against w's mouth.
not that she could, those hands stopping her were enough to. the whine that leaves her, it's closer to an animal than a human in the pitch to it. though it's low, it's high enough it's heard. fuck. she's got more than enough heat running through her, all the way down to that cunt of hers that's dripping plenty. the grip on her thighs is telling her she needs to keep playing; she can say it herself that she likes the risk (more and more) and that little back and forth between them.
it's dangerous, but that's the way she likes it. give her danger, a lot of it. that little beast inside of her might never go away in its demand for this, because that's what also helps her feel alive. that risk, that danger. texas can admit as much to herself while breathing harshly, face flushed and that wild look in her eyes only growing. demanding. it wants to lash the fuck out, but texas won't allow that. not whenever there's a time and place for that to happen. that makes it less fun if she did cave to those instincts now.
too early. but not too early for her to feel herself being pushed to the limit in that urgency she's feeling. the teasing of her fingers running along her thighs, telling her what she wants to do and won't until texas answers. maybe she'd look good covered in bruises and teeth, looking like she just got out of a fight with some manner of burdenbeast or clawbeast. it's only fitting for the last texas who left behind everything that she could in siracusa.)
Rough me up. (she sighs it out, the growl underlying her voice is guttural. loud and hungering like those amber eyes of hers. if she didn't know any better, maybe texas would have thought she's a bitch in heat from the feeling she's getting.) Come on, I need it badly. I want you to fuck me hard, merc, because if I have to wait any longer I'm going to go crazier. (that magic wand can honestly sit in the trash for all texas cares after earlier, this is much better. way better than getting off with toys in her own time.
so she'll purr it out how she is, in guttural sounds and growls. snarls of teeth, wildness edging into her expression just enough to suggest that she's not willing to back down from a challenge herself. as she said earlier to herself, her grandpa didn't raise a quitter. much less a granddaughter who was doing something that would make him and her father turn in their graves had the corpses not be burned in the manor.)