[The last shreds of her self-consciousness are fading into the wind, and even the sober part of her has to admit, this feels good. She moans when she feels him spasm under her, sees his face contort and hears him cry out, and rather than give him any space to recover, she rides him harder and faster than ever, one hand cupping his jaw roughly and holding him down that way. Her other hand is on her breast, squeezing and pulling roughly at her hard nipples.]
Mm, do you like that, slut?
[...Well, those were. Those were definitely not her words. This virus is disconcertingly verbose.]
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Mm, do you like that, slut?
[...Well, those were. Those were definitely not her words. This virus is disconcertingly verbose.]