Oh, she was panting, now, still with that strangled whine in there. Straining for something she could already feel herself hurtling towards, something she knew he could feel too, in little tell-tale tremors and the tension in her thighs under his grip.
Not to mention the way she was really pulling on his hair, now. Keeping him right there.
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Oh, she was panting, now, still with that strangled whine in there. Straining for something she could already feel herself hurtling towards, something she knew he could feel too, in little tell-tale tremors and the tension in her thighs under his grip.
Not to mention the way she was really pulling on his hair, now. Keeping him right there.