[ Maybe those words are exactly what she wants to hear. Maybe. Why don't you say it, Ragna? Test it out and see what her reaction might be. Or you could hold onto those words for now, get them out another time when she tells you to "say it properly". Either way, it's not like his "dishonesty" is being punished now. If anything, he's being rewarded by the casino for giving him a partner of an Ice Queen who's oh-so-happy with the throne she's been given. ]
There— [ She whispers her approval to him in the form of a moan that sounds like further direction. Each thrust feels like it takes too long, but that's just Weiss being far too addicted to that feeling of the tip of his cock grinding so insistently on her most sensitive spot. She meets him halfway despite how badly she just wants to cling to him and let him do all the work while she still can, rolling her hips forward and back, making each bump have more impact that her ass cheeks do a little shake when her skin slaps his. ] Just like that, just like that—
[ This wasn't just a reminder of her. This is going in her mental diary where she writes all sorts of things that Weiss in real life could never, ever talk about. Filthy, unabashed dreams, desires, memories, and more that this casino has offered her. It's one that she'll turn the pages to every so often that if she does try every other possible seat in this goddamn resort, nothing could ever compare. She'd still be looking for that one that was just right and absolutely perfect for her.
He's going to have to forgive her though, because she gives up any sort of control she had earlier on. Her arms not only rest against him but they try and slip beneath him so she can literally hold onto him, cling to him and hold him close as he fucks her like this. Her entire body shakes with each thrust, her nipples rubbing against his own, her tight pussy gripping him so tight. If he kept it up, kept going, maybe even harder, she could only feel even tighter... Eventually, she just keeps calling his name, whispering it in worship as she surrenders and closes her eyes. ]
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There— [ She whispers her approval to him in the form of a moan that sounds like further direction. Each thrust feels like it takes too long, but that's just Weiss being far too addicted to that feeling of the tip of his cock grinding so insistently on her most sensitive spot. She meets him halfway despite how badly she just wants to cling to him and let him do all the work while she still can, rolling her hips forward and back, making each bump have more impact that her ass cheeks do a little shake when her skin slaps his. ] Just like that, just like that—
[ This wasn't just a reminder of her. This is going in her mental diary where she writes all sorts of things that Weiss in real life could never, ever talk about. Filthy, unabashed dreams, desires, memories, and more that this casino has offered her. It's one that she'll turn the pages to every so often that if she does try every other possible seat in this goddamn resort, nothing could ever compare. She'd still be looking for that one that was just right and absolutely perfect for her.
He's going to have to forgive her though, because she gives up any sort of control she had earlier on. Her arms not only rest against him but they try and slip beneath him so she can literally hold onto him, cling to him and hold him close as he fucks her like this. Her entire body shakes with each thrust, her nipples rubbing against his own, her tight pussy gripping him so tight. If he kept it up, kept going, maybe even harder, she could only feel even tighter... Eventually, she just keeps calling his name, whispering it in worship as she surrenders and closes her eyes. ]