[ she can barely comprehend him as she calms down from her afterglow -- something about wanting to fuck her again? but before she can completely recover from her orgasm, he begins shifting positions until it's her turn to lean against the back of the tub, holding her legs apart. the one that's hanging off the side of the tub jerks and curls its toes in as he readies himself for another round. ]
W-Wait, hold on, I just came--!
[ she tries to protest, but she's cut off with a needy whine as he slides into her. her hands scramble for anything to hold on to, until one of them grabs the side of the tub while the other grasps for beowulf's broad, glistening shoulders, but that also does little in stopping the other man from pounding into her, over and over, the sound of their skin slapping almost indistinguishable from all the leftover water splashing against them.
it's simply too much, especially from this position. she can no longer hold back her moans from here, pathetically whimpering with every thrust he makes within her, but she still squeezes her eyes from sheer embarrassment -- not like she can hide the pink flush blooming across her cheeks and down towards her freckled collarbone, however. ]
Please, please, I need to... [ she doesn't exactly know what she's begging for here, but it only felt right. ] You have to come too, please...
[ he has to prove that he's enjoying himself too. doesn't matter how he does it, so long as she gets to see and feel it or even taste it for herself. ]
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W-Wait, hold on, I just came--!
[ she tries to protest, but she's cut off with a needy whine as he slides into her. her hands scramble for anything to hold on to, until one of them grabs the side of the tub while the other grasps for beowulf's broad, glistening shoulders, but that also does little in stopping the other man from pounding into her, over and over, the sound of their skin slapping almost indistinguishable from all the leftover water splashing against them.
it's simply too much, especially from this position. she can no longer hold back her moans from here, pathetically whimpering with every thrust he makes within her, but she still squeezes her eyes from sheer embarrassment -- not like she can hide the pink flush blooming across her cheeks and down towards her freckled collarbone, however. ]
Please, please, I need to... [ she doesn't exactly know what she's begging for here, but it only felt right. ] You have to come too, please...
[ he has to prove that he's enjoying himself too. doesn't matter how he does it, so long as she gets to see and feel it or even taste it for herself. ]