[ she is pliable under his touch as she recovers. her mouth opens easily to him, and she doesn't flinch away from the wetness gathered in his beard or the familiar almost sour musk of her own arousal.
her own climax. wrung forcefully from her. everything he does is brutal, invasive, even this. his tongue is thick in her mouth, and she gathers herself to bite down, then bite down onto his lip as well.
but her arms wrap around him, drawing him down to her. yes, more. it's not the kind of brutality she shies from. not the kind to shirk. ]
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her own climax. wrung forcefully from her. everything he does is brutal, invasive, even this. his tongue is thick in her mouth, and she gathers herself to bite down, then bite down onto his lip as well.
but her arms wrap around him, drawing him down to her. yes, more. it's not the kind of brutality she shies from. not the kind to shirk. ]