[ They're going to have to clean the mirror, but Noctis doesn't care. What matters is pleasing his girl, making her happy -- and he watches the way her lips part for his cock, right there in the mirror, his fingers coming down to tease where she's stretched over him.
He doesn't stop, moving in and out of her in steady, firm thrusts, relishing the way she clasps him, the soft hitches of her breath. ]
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He doesn't stop, moving in and out of her in steady, firm thrusts, relishing the way she clasps him, the soft hitches of her breath. ]
Touch yourself for me.