[ No, there's no way to recover if he keeps this up. Her thighs quiver, her walls tapping against him, beating wildly like a drum and gripping him tight. She might just come again soon, and she might not even be around for it with how lightheaded he's making her feel already. ]
Kazuya, gods- why are you— [ Like this? Insatiable would be one way to describe it, and she'd actually tell him that if she could form complete sentences. Instead, her sentences are punctuated more with her mewls and moans, growing breathier by the second each time he rubs against her most sensitive spot.
She tries to hold on, at least. One hand fists the sheets and clings to it tightly while her other arm tries to reach for him and pull him down on her. She needs him close, she needs to cling to him, she needs to feel him more. ]
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Kazuya, gods- why are you— [ Like this? Insatiable would be one way to describe it, and she'd actually tell him that if she could form complete sentences. Instead, her sentences are punctuated more with her mewls and moans, growing breathier by the second each time he rubs against her most sensitive spot.
She tries to hold on, at least. One hand fists the sheets and clings to it tightly while her other arm tries to reach for him and pull him down on her. She needs him close, she needs to cling to him, she needs to feel him more. ]