[ She watches him back, meeting his eyes as she moves on him. Memorizing the details, maybe — committing the little things to memory, for however long she'll get to keep them. Centuries from now, she still wants to remember the way he looks at her, how it feels to have his hands on her — even just the way his breath catches when their bodies meet just so. ]
Don't need you to give up much. [ Her wryness goes low. ] A little sleep, maybe.
[ She only breaks his gaze to look down as she finally reaches between them, exhaling as she eases the tip of his cock up inside her. ]
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Don't need you to give up much. [ Her wryness goes low. ] A little sleep, maybe.
[ She only breaks his gaze to look down as she finally reaches between them, exhaling as she eases the tip of his cock up inside her. ]