[ It was a release she didn't know she needed. The moans, the pure wetness collecting against him – the way she claws at the back of his head... it was like the real cat was coming out. Was luck working in their favor tonight..? No police sirens, no helicopters flying by to capture Peter's attention – it was all on her. And she likes that.
When he talks sweet on her, she can let the moans subside and her forehead to press down to his. Smiling, honestly with no sly kind of undertone. It's honest. It'll be moments like that which will haunt her at night, make her want to call him up for round 402 of their little back and forth. She's not easy to please... so she's always hungry for more. Call her a little selfish and move on.
His roughness will make her thighs hurt, sure – will make the deepest parts of her cunt ache with want for quite some time. But... she knew how this goes. She wanted it, unbridled and unfiltered. Maybe she'll leave some marks on him later in some territorial payback-kinda way.
There's an interruption between them too quickly for her to snap to – she pulls back when he calls out, leaning back enough for him to have complete access to her front half. The arch of his spunk glazes where it should and not buried inside of her during their own reckless foray into this renewed reunion. Felicia's catching her breath, not yet over her own needs – but she's fine, pulling herself off of him to flop back onto the couch. Fortunately, with her legs draped over his lap – she reaches back for a tissue and cleans up the utter mess he made onto her.
She's selfish, but she lets him have his breaths and precious recoup period. ]
You're lucky I'm aware that your spider stamina outlives a man's stamina. [ She teases him with a jab, but – no... she's actually happy about this. Let's her take a moment to cup at herself to keep her own embers burning. To take a moment to catch her breath. ] Good for you? Seems like you really... really needed that. I hope you're still all equal opportunity and going to help me out too.
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When he talks sweet on her, she can let the moans subside and her forehead to press down to his. Smiling, honestly with no sly kind of undertone. It's honest. It'll be moments like that which will haunt her at night, make her want to call him up for round 402 of their little back and forth. She's not easy to please... so she's always hungry for more. Call her a little selfish and move on.
His roughness will make her thighs hurt, sure – will make the deepest parts of her cunt ache with want for quite some time. But... she knew how this goes. She wanted it, unbridled and unfiltered. Maybe she'll leave some marks on him later in some territorial payback-kinda way.
There's an interruption between them too quickly for her to snap to – she pulls back when he calls out, leaning back enough for him to have complete access to her front half. The arch of his spunk glazes where it should and not buried inside of her during their own reckless foray into this renewed reunion. Felicia's catching her breath, not yet over her own needs – but she's fine, pulling herself off of him to flop back onto the couch. Fortunately, with her legs draped over his lap – she reaches back for a tissue and cleans up the utter mess he made onto her.
She's selfish, but she lets him have his breaths and precious recoup period. ]
You're lucky I'm aware that your spider stamina outlives a man's stamina. [ She teases him with a jab, but – no... she's actually happy about this. Let's her take a moment to cup at herself to keep her own embers burning. To take a moment to catch her breath. ] Good for you? Seems like you really... really needed that. I hope you're still all equal opportunity and going to help me out too.