[ Oh... she said she liked that he's gentle, and she does, but maybe — she wouldn't mind if those fingers at her hip left a few marks, too. She cries out softly, rhythm frantic with impatience now before she slides a hand down between them to rub her fingertips over her clit, an extra spark she hardly needs. So much for wanting this to last as long as she can.
She's really hardly thinking about the risk of being caught now. But it's still reflex to press her face against his shoulder to muffle herself again as her moans get louder, the heat in her spiraling higher and higher until she finally bites down gently on one of the marks she already left to try to hold back the whimper she makes when climaxes sweeps through her. ]
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She's really hardly thinking about the risk of being caught now. But it's still reflex to press her face against his shoulder to muffle herself again as her moans get louder, the heat in her spiraling higher and higher until she finally bites down gently on one of the marks she already left to try to hold back the whimper she makes when climaxes sweeps through her. ]