[ Content to let him take the lead, she reaches out to him and drags her hands along his chest. For all that she practiced restraint and discipline during the fuckfest, now she has no worries about when and who first. Which is good; Aymeric bedding her with the force of a hammer is even hotter than she imagined. Her hips shift only slightly to ensure he hits along her ceiling in every right place, and she is reduced to whimpering encouragements between long-held breaths and through gritted teeth. Yenh is enduring, though not for long. ]
Don't stop, don't stop- [ Her begging would be nonsensical if she didn't hit climax right at the end of it. ]
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Don't stop, don't stop- [ Her begging would be nonsensical if she didn't hit climax right at the end of it. ]