[ The slow press of his cock inside her makes her breath catch ever so slightly in her throat — a quiet, stalled little sound that gets muffled against the crook of his neck. He feels so good — every time, every time since the first time. She almost doesn't want to move yet, doesn't want to lose an inch — just wants to linger on the feeling of him filling her for a minute — so she rocks her hips just slightly, a rolling motion that keeps them close as she grinds against him.
It's not what she intended, to be here now. It's too good. It feels too right. But she doesn't say anything, doesn't try to stop. She only lifts her head to lean in and kiss him — a light press of her mouth first, the space of a breath, then harder, urgent and needy. ]
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It's not what she intended, to be here now. It's too good. It feels too right. But she doesn't say anything, doesn't try to stop. She only lifts her head to lean in and kiss him — a light press of her mouth first, the space of a breath, then harder, urgent and needy. ]