[As Noah drives his hips into hers, the response in his body he'd tried unsuccessfully to cover is more apparent than ever. It's the same for her. As her legs splay over his lap to bring them even closer, she feels unfamiliar wetness spread between her legs, slick against her thighs. Even his unga bunga squeeze makes her feel appreciated and needed, though he words get another offended huff.]
'Scuse me? I'll have to show you just how much soon. ["Delicate?" With his hands on her breasts, she gives another hard tug on his ponytail, leading him up for a sloppy, poorly angled kiss.]
Every time you do that... by the way... [She's trying so hard to use her words, but they're struggling to form. Instead she demonstrates by grounding down against him; the hardest she has thus far.
Mio just don't know how to explain it. Every time his hips grind into hers, it's like the relief that comes from scratching an itch by dragging your nails on a completely separate patch of skin. It's satisfying, and the itch feels brushed but not nearly abated. What they're doing probably isn't sophisticated, but it feels right.]
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'Scuse me? I'll have to show you just how much soon. ["Delicate?" With his hands on her breasts, she gives another hard tug on his ponytail, leading him up for a sloppy, poorly angled kiss.]
Every time you do that... by the way... [She's trying so hard to use her words, but they're struggling to form. Instead she demonstrates by grounding down against him; the hardest she has thus far.
Mio just don't know how to explain it. Every time his hips grind into hers, it's like the relief that comes from scratching an itch by dragging your nails on a completely separate patch of skin. It's satisfying, and the itch feels brushed but not nearly abated. What they're doing probably isn't sophisticated, but it feels right.]