[ He hisses, both hands coming to grasp her breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading, fondling and groping her -- she is gloriously pliant and eager all at once, and Noctis goes harder now, heavy balls slapping up against her soft cunt lips.
He has to be quiet, they have to be quiet, but he can't find it in himself to care when Serah is pleasing herself. He's stroking up inside her, searching out her sweet spot to rub up against it, intent on giving her what she needs. ]
( She bends back with ease, bringing her breasts closer to his hands, turning her head just enough to loosely drop a careless kiss against the side of his mouth as her hands slide down to her clit, rubbing at it quick and firm, each nerve that gets set alight causing her to constrict and cling to his cock, to jerk her hips up towards him so he presses deeper within her.
There isn't an inch of her body she wants left unexplored by him. She wants to be filled by every part of him until she can no longer think. )
[ Look at her right here like this, in the mirror -- her breasts full and reddened by how Noctis is groping her, massaging and squeezing, paying loving attention to them. ]
Look how wrecked you are -- how much you need my cock...
[ And his cock needs her, too, her tight, hot little mouth, her pussy; she sates every hunger in him, soothes every reckless demand and shows him how he's loved, and oh, how he loves her in turn. He's watching her, too, hands roaming now, over her stomach, her hips, tracing over where her soft plump lips are stretched around the fat base of his cock. ]
( 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?
[ And so good. He's hooked on watching her whine for him, and he does stop, buried deep in her cunt, his balls pressed up snugly against her. Palming over her breasts still, squeezing her nipples and rolling them between his fingers, he's forcing her to watch.
Look at her enjoying this, his girl -- Serah has always been sensual, open to new experiences, and Noctis has loved spending every moment of it with her. Right now, the world shrinks down to just the both of them, and he's keeping her close, pressed to his chest as he meets her gaze in the mirror, dark and ravenous. ]
Did you just get wetter when I told you I was going to stop? Look at you now...
( She can't really move as much as she'd like with Noctis pressed solidly against her, but Serah's hips try to jerk and roll against that hard, warm cock deep inside her and stubbornly still. Her breath comes short and hot, teeth pressing on her lower lip to bite back another whine as he teases her. )
Not fair- ( is her only comment, her fingers stilling against her clit as all the teasing and restraint has her mind thick with want, need, with Noctis and nothing more.
And certainly not with the knock on the changing room door. )
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[ He hisses, both hands coming to grasp her breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading, fondling and groping her -- she is gloriously pliant and eager all at once, and Noctis goes harder now, heavy balls slapping up against her soft cunt lips.
He has to be quiet, they have to be quiet, but he can't find it in himself to care when Serah is pleasing herself. He's stroking up inside her, searching out her sweet spot to rub up against it, intent on giving her what she needs. ]
Wanna see you get off...
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There isn't an inch of her body she wants left unexplored by him. She wants to be filled by every part of him until she can no longer think. )
Uh-huh... Just-- ah, just a bit more.
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[ Look at her right here like this, in the mirror -- her breasts full and reddened by how Noctis is groping her, massaging and squeezing, paying loving attention to them. ]
Look how wrecked you are -- how much you need my cock...
[ And his cock needs her, too, her tight, hot little mouth, her pussy; she sates every hunger in him, soothes every reckless demand and shows him how he's loved, and oh, how he loves her in turn. He's watching her, too, hands roaming now, over her stomach, her hips, tracing over where her soft plump lips are stretched around the fat base of his cock. ]
But what if I stop, baby...?
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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. )
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Look at her enjoying this, his girl -- Serah has always been sensual, open to new experiences, and Noctis has loved spending every moment of it with her. Right now, the world shrinks down to just the both of them, and he's keeping her close, pressed to his chest as he meets her gaze in the mirror, dark and ravenous. ]
Did you just get wetter when I told you I was going to stop?
Look at you now...
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Not fair- ( is her only comment, her fingers stilling against her clit as all the teasing and restraint has her mind thick with want, need, with Noctis and nothing more.
And certainly not with the knock on the changing room door. )