[There's something vicious in her smile, some sharp edge of victory.]
I told you. Hold your filthy tongue.
[This between grunts, as she rides him as hard and fast as she dares - the last thing she wants is to rip herself up inside, and she is still new at this, so there's some caution there - clenching around him. She also doesn't want it to be too pleasurable for her. She will not, after all, be made to lose to this man.]
[Even so, she's plenty wet enough, especially after a few thrusts. The pleasure is very different to what she felt with Remus: more ferocious, more feral. It is pleasure, nonetheless, and she lets out a little moan as she fucks him, biting down on her lip, her hand pressing firm on his mouth, her breasts jolting with every thrust, sweat starting to bead on her forehead.]
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I told you. Hold your filthy tongue.
[This between grunts, as she rides him as hard and fast as she dares - the last thing she wants is to rip herself up inside, and she is still new at this, so there's some caution there - clenching around him. She also doesn't want it to be too pleasurable for her. She will not, after all, be made to lose to this man.]
[Even so, she's plenty wet enough, especially after a few thrusts. The pleasure is very different to what she felt with Remus: more ferocious, more feral. It is pleasure, nonetheless, and she lets out a little moan as she fucks him, biting down on her lip, her hand pressing firm on his mouth, her breasts jolting with every thrust, sweat starting to bead on her forehead.]