( She loves hearing him talk like this, each gasped and groaned word drawing her eyes back to the mirror, watching how each thrust makes her breasts bounce in his hands and the way her thighs glisten with the arousal that's already dripped out of her. He's addictive, the one person who can block out all the world, all her work and problems, and narrow her focus down to his touch, his cock, his voice. Nothing but the two of them, in this space, together.
Serah doesn't bother to stop the moan that escapes her mouth, nor the whimper that follows it when he threatens to stop. Her hips jerk up against him reflexively, grind and bounce back on his cock as if to answer the question. She's so, so close, and if he stops-- )
Nooooct...
( It's a whine, a drawn out one as her fingers brush up her clit and against his. How could he think of stopping when she's like this?
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Serah doesn't bother to stop the moan that escapes her mouth, nor the whimper that follows it when he threatens to stop. Her hips jerk up against him reflexively, grind and bounce back on his cock as if to answer the question. She's so, so close, and if he stops-- )
Nooooct...
( It's a whine, a drawn out one as her fingers brush up her clit and against his. How could he think of stopping when she's like this?
It would be so mean. )