[ Her body's drawn so tight, so wound up and tense that she almost can't draw breath. But the moment she hears those words from him, the moment she feels how hard he's pounding into her, that's all it takes. Like the tension snaps inside of her, all that heat and pressure rush outwards and her voice comes spilling out into his mouth as she presses in for yet another kiss, just as messy as all the others. ]
Please... please, do properly, do it like this...
[ It's hard to tell whether it's embarrassment that keeps her from saying what she really means or whether she's in such a state that the words won't come to her properly - but it doesn't matter when he can see what she means clear as day: "Inside, inside, please, come inside, I love you, I love you-"... really, if she could hear herself like he does, she'd probably be mortified by just how much she's sounding like a rabbit in heat begging to be bred.
Or maybe not, with the way she's panting, trembling, shaking, her hips twitching and her body squeezing around him even though she's already so full, or the way she's pressing her lips to his again and again like she'll die without him. ]
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Please... please, do properly, do it like this...
[ It's hard to tell whether it's embarrassment that keeps her from saying what she really means or whether she's in such a state that the words won't come to her properly - but it doesn't matter when he can see what she means clear as day: "Inside, inside, please, come inside, I love you, I love you-"... really, if she could hear herself like he does, she'd probably be mortified by just how much she's sounding like a rabbit in heat begging to be bred.
Or maybe not, with the way she's panting, trembling, shaking, her hips twitching and her body squeezing around him even though she's already so full, or the way she's pressing her lips to his again and again like she'll die without him. ]