[ It's unbecoming of a Saintess - even a fake, fallen one - to be taking so much satisfaction in seeing unravel, feeling him twitch and shudder under her touch. The least she could do is feel ashamed that she's indulging herself in such a filthy way, but no. All she feels is a rush of excitement and a welling of fondness in her chest when she takes in his expression - his flushed face, his dark hazy eyes. He's had his way with her so many times, pushed her to the brink again and again and again, and yet when it's her doing the pushing, he's suddenly helpless. Maybe it's a little mean, but she likes it. ]
Heehee. Is it a little embarrassing? Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were enjoying it.
[ Lie. As if that's not already obvious by how hard and hot he is against her fingers. But instead of letting him argue, she leans in and catches his mouth with hers again, her kiss warm and a little greedy. Her hand squeezes a little tighter around him as best she can manage, stroking over his length a little more firmly and purposefully - which spots made him shudder and gasp the most again? Where does he like it best? She's determined to find out? ]
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Heehee. Is it a little embarrassing? Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were enjoying it.
[ Lie. As if that's not already obvious by how hard and hot he is against her fingers. But instead of letting him argue, she leans in and catches his mouth with hers again, her kiss warm and a little greedy. Her hand squeezes a little tighter around him as best she can manage, stroking over his length a little more firmly and purposefully - which spots made him shudder and gasp the most again? Where does he like it best? She's determined to find out? ]