[ It's a good thing she won't care, because when Vietnam takes him in again and again, his instincts begin to kick in. His hand that's on his neck scratches at the skin a little firmer this time before he splays his hand against it, pads of his fingers on skin rather than nails.
Then, he moves his hips, thrusting into her the same time he guides her head to take him in. Samatoki's concentrating too much on feeling good than anything else. This makes him feel like he's in flight, as if nothing can stop him, and right now, the only thing that can would be Vietnam fighting him over this. ]
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Then, he moves his hips, thrusting into her the same time he guides her head to take him in. Samatoki's concentrating too much on feeling good than anything else. This makes him feel like he's in flight, as if nothing can stop him, and right now, the only thing that can would be Vietnam fighting him over this. ]