[she knows as soon as he starts to move that she's going to pay in all the right ways for the things she's said and done. that he's going to leave beautiful marks on her skin that will remind her of how she's spent her day — being fucked by one beautiful man before being marked and loved on by another. she's earned it, she wants it, and more than that, she craves it. she wants him to lose all that control he's barely holding in. she wants to be there when it all comes crashing down and needs an outlet.
he doesn't disappoint and she feels that sting, aware that she's going to have bruises on her hips where he's drawn blood and her ass will bear the handprint from his slaps for hours. she loves it all.
the way he enters her is so smooth because she's so ready that all she can do is open-mouthed gasp with pleasure as he fills her. he's so thick and hard that his cock stretches her in all the right places instantly. noctis is good, very good, but only ezio has every had the ability to hit every spot inside her that she needs to have stroked and she moans his name on a whimper as her head falls back on her shoulders, blonde hair spilling down her back.]
Ezio, please. God —
[immediately, her hips move against his, rocking with purpose as she rides him. lifting her head she presses her body against his as she rolls into it, eyes now focused on his. as primal as it is for him knowing that she's been with someone else, that someone else, she wants him to know that he's still the only one to ever draw these reactions from her.]
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he doesn't disappoint and she feels that sting, aware that she's going to have bruises on her hips where he's drawn blood and her ass will bear the handprint from his slaps for hours. she loves it all.
the way he enters her is so smooth because she's so ready that all she can do is open-mouthed gasp with pleasure as he fills her. he's so thick and hard that his cock stretches her in all the right places instantly. noctis is good, very good, but only ezio has every had the ability to hit every spot inside her that she needs to have stroked and she moans his name on a whimper as her head falls back on her shoulders, blonde hair spilling down her back.]
Ezio, please. God —
[immediately, her hips move against his, rocking with purpose as she rides him. lifting her head she presses her body against his as she rolls into it, eyes now focused on his. as primal as it is for him knowing that she's been with someone else, that someone else, she wants him to know that he's still the only one to ever draw these reactions from her.]
Tell me I'm yours.