[She seems to adore even just the idea, if her reaction is any indication; she stares up at him, flushed, her dark eyes lidded and painted lips parted with her breath. She doesn't seem at all afraid, or upset-- in fact, her pulse races even more excitedly beneath his fingers, the meaningless play-pretend "threat" thrilling.
She squeezes even more tightly around him where he's driving heedlessly into her, and she lifts her legs to hook them over his the best she can, her un-pinned hand curling desperately at the sheets as she arches to meet each of his motions.]
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She squeezes even more tightly around him where he's driving heedlessly into her, and she lifts her legs to hook them over his the best she can, her un-pinned hand curling desperately at the sheets as she arches to meet each of his motions.]
Connor... please... hah... hah...!