[Those soft lips press against his skin, against the place where his heart beats so strongly - and he can feel it skip a beat at her touch, before fluttering back to life in a more rapid, pounding rhythm. This is where he should stop her, this is where he should tell her they've crossed a line. That his heart - their hearts have nothing to do with seduction, with sex, with what is currently taking place.
But he doesn't, because the disaster has already begun and the rot will set in soon and they might as well enjoy this while they can.
His hand works her breast, alternating between soft squeezes and teasing her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger before circling around it slowly. His other hand slips downwards from her hip to her heat, slips back her slick outer walls to slide two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out in a perfect mimicry of what he desires to do with the thick cock currently straining against his stomach.
Lips ghost over the sensitive flesh of her neck, teeth sinking into a pulse point as he works her.]
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But he doesn't, because the disaster has already begun and the rot will set in soon and they might as well enjoy this while they can.
His hand works her breast, alternating between soft squeezes and teasing her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger before circling around it slowly. His other hand slips downwards from her hip to her heat, slips back her slick outer walls to slide two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out in a perfect mimicry of what he desires to do with the thick cock currently straining against his stomach.
Lips ghost over the sensitive flesh of her neck, teeth sinking into a pulse point as he works her.]