[The smile beams on her face, free hand moving to cup his cheek in response to his admission. It's so easy to remember the first day that all three of them met, and to see how far they have come from that point. Yet that delicate flush creeps back along her own face, quivering above him as her body responds to his. Her breaths are deeper, quicker.]
Mm. Of course, for I would not have it any other way.
[Still her voice is low, thicker with desire with each passing moment. That moan tumbles out again, eye lids flickering closed as she pants, and forget skirts and undergarments and gummy bears. It's her turn to grind forward against his touch, for she is more than ready to welcome him.
It's that hooded gaze as she shifts forward, hand slipping away from his face, to swat his hand away. It's not lack of desire or want that cause it, but rather that Sypha's lifting her hips, stroking him although it is clear that he needs no further encouragement, just as she doesn't. Her fingers curl on to his, humming her pleasure at his hand on her breast. squeezing.]
I want you.
[As if that much is not clear as she guides him to her, slowly descending until the tip of his length parts her folds. It's only then that her hand departs and her body continues that grinding motion down, a needy whimper as she takes him in.]
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Mm. Of course, for I would not have it any other way.
[Still her voice is low, thicker with desire with each passing moment. That moan tumbles out again, eye lids flickering closed as she pants, and forget skirts and undergarments and gummy bears. It's her turn to grind forward against his touch, for she is more than ready to welcome him.
It's that hooded gaze as she shifts forward, hand slipping away from his face, to swat his hand away. It's not lack of desire or want that cause it, but rather that Sypha's lifting her hips, stroking him although it is clear that he needs no further encouragement, just as she doesn't. Her fingers curl on to his, humming her pleasure at his hand on her breast. squeezing.]
I want you.
[As if that much is not clear as she guides him to her, slowly descending until the tip of his length parts her folds. It's only then that her hand departs and her body continues that grinding motion down, a needy whimper as she takes him in.]