[ The frustrated little noise she makes when he teases her is predictable — she should've guessed that Poe fucking Dameron would play around when she's so on edge to be fucked by him that just the brush of his cock against her clit makes her tangibly twitch. It's a relief to feel him finally push inside — then a frustration again, when he stops. Fuck. She bites down on another sound as she shifts restlessly in his lap. ]
Bet you say that to all the pretty witches. [ But it's distracted mockery at best. All her attention is on those few inches he has inside her — how it holds her open, filling her without the satisfaction of depth or friction. How it makes her ache for something more. In a minute, she might just try and sit the rest of the way down onto his cock. ] Are you really going to hold the fuck out on me right now?
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Bet you say that to all the pretty witches. [ But it's distracted mockery at best. All her attention is on those few inches he has inside her — how it holds her open, filling her without the satisfaction of depth or friction. How it makes her ache for something more. In a minute, she might just try and sit the rest of the way down onto his cock. ] Are you really going to hold the fuck out on me right now?