[He's struggling to speak, and soon, she's sure she'll be too. Words get harder when one is breathless, but also when moans and groans get in the way of speech. But hearing him is a whole different level, to know that she has this kind of effect on him is empowering. She doesn't want it to end.]
As you wish. Hold me tight.
[As he promised, before. So she fulfils his request, leaning enough so that she could let him go, holding onto the ends of his shirt before she starts to pull it off, slowly as he continues to thrust into her. The fabric sways because of this, and as she exposes her body, he'll be able to see the effects of how he fucks her, her body bouncing and curving with each stroke.
She pulls the shirt off, discards it behind her once her hair shakes free, and immediately wraps her arms around him, so desperately wanting to feel his bare skin against hers with all that wicked friction.]
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As you wish. Hold me tight.
[As he promised, before. So she fulfils his request, leaning enough so that she could let him go, holding onto the ends of his shirt before she starts to pull it off, slowly as he continues to thrust into her. The fabric sways because of this, and as she exposes her body, he'll be able to see the effects of how he fucks her, her body bouncing and curving with each stroke.
She pulls the shirt off, discards it behind her once her hair shakes free, and immediately wraps her arms around him, so desperately wanting to feel his bare skin against hers with all that wicked friction.]