[ She really is a wild one. He knew it from the moment he saw her, but the extent of it is still being revealed to him in small glimpses sometimes; he wonders if he'll ever know who she truly is, and finds that he wants her just the same either way.
Instead of dragging her onto the bed again, his palm kneading over her cunt goes firm, nearly lifting her, and he backs her up against the table so he can immediately shove her down on top of it. Her empty cup rolls to the floor, and one chair topples over from the force with which he pins her and pulls her legs around his waist. ]
Are you this wet just from touching me?
[ It's barely a murmur, as if he's hardly aware he's even voiced the thought out loud, but the rumble of pure lust in it hints otherwise. ]
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Instead of dragging her onto the bed again, his palm kneading over her cunt goes firm, nearly lifting her, and he backs her up against the table so he can immediately shove her down on top of it. Her empty cup rolls to the floor, and one chair topples over from the force with which he pins her and pulls her legs around his waist. ]
Are you this wet just from touching me?
[ It's barely a murmur, as if he's hardly aware he's even voiced the thought out loud, but the rumble of pure lust in it hints otherwise. ]