Whoa! Still feisty where it counts, huh? [It's a little unexpected, after everything else the virus has made her do, but he's not complaining. He appreciates it, in fact.
He gives her labia a single stroke with a finger - more out of courtesy than anything; he doesn't need to do it in order to know she's more than wet enough.
As he leans over her, one arm to each side of her body, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her, he feels triumphant. Horny, too, even more than he thinks he ought to be, but even if that means what he figures it means, it's fine. They can just ride this out locked in this very room, can't they?
With that in mind, there's one thing he can't keep himself from whispering into her ear just as he enters her:]
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He gives her labia a single stroke with a finger - more out of courtesy than anything; he doesn't need to do it in order to know she's more than wet enough.
As he leans over her, one arm to each side of her body, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her, he feels triumphant. Horny, too, even more than he thinks he ought to be, but even if that means what he figures it means, it's fine. They can just ride this out locked in this very room, can't they?
With that in mind, there's one thing he can't keep himself from whispering into her ear just as he enters her:]
I hope you remember this.