[ A sharp breath escapes her when her back hits the wall, dragging out into a moan as he pounds into her.
She can tell there's going to be another ring of bruises at her throat, another distinct pattern of mottled marks that can't possibly be mistaken for anything but teeth and just at a place where it'll peek out at the collar of her jacket. She'll feel it in the morning when she dresses, when she's prepping her gear for that second gig she's inevitably going to agree to take, and when she's out there, killing her way through anyone in their path — she'll feel it and remember how good and hard he fucked her. ]
Come on. [ It's a harsh little whisper, wavering ever so slightly as she rubs roughly against her clit. ] Come inside me —
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She can tell there's going to be another ring of bruises at her throat, another distinct pattern of mottled marks that can't possibly be mistaken for anything but teeth and just at a place where it'll peek out at the collar of her jacket. She'll feel it in the morning when she dresses, when she's prepping her gear for that second gig she's inevitably going to agree to take, and when she's out there, killing her way through anyone in their path — she'll feel it and remember how good and hard he fucked her. ]
Come on. [ It's a harsh little whisper, wavering ever so slightly as she rubs roughly against her clit. ] Come inside me —