[ There are some unfortunate women in the world who are lucky to come once a month with their lovers, and then there's Serah, who finds herself coming apart multiple times a session, and sometimes just because Noctis feels like making her come without wanting anything more.
She'll never stop counting her blessings for that, but all thoughts beyond the sheer wave of pleasure that captures her, makes her cry out Noctis' name like he's the deity she needs to pray to, disappear as his fingers tease her clit. Anything but the warmth flooding her and the clenching of her cunt can wait for afterwards and her hands grasp for whatever parts of Noctis she can reach, clinging to him as she grinds out the last of her orgasm with a gasp against his lips. ]
Yeah— I'm all yours. [ And they both know she'll never forget that, but it's fun to be reminded sometimes. To be marked and filled, to forget anything but their most base of needs and the warmth of his skin. ]
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She'll never stop counting her blessings for that, but all thoughts beyond the sheer wave of pleasure that captures her, makes her cry out Noctis' name like he's the deity she needs to pray to, disappear as his fingers tease her clit. Anything but the warmth flooding her and the clenching of her cunt can wait for afterwards and her hands grasp for whatever parts of Noctis she can reach, clinging to him as she grinds out the last of her orgasm with a gasp against his lips. ]
Yeah— I'm all yours. [ And they both know she'll never forget that, but it's fun to be reminded sometimes. To be marked and filled, to forget anything but their most base of needs and the warmth of his skin. ]