[ She's a lot more durable than he gives her credit for, but she doesn't comment on it. Mostly because it's just as distracting for her as she rides him, drawing out the sensations, the building pleasure, torturing herself with the deliberateness as much as she might be him. Because he feels wonderful and part of her just wants to lose herself in it, the heat, the friction, her muscles clenching tight about him as she sinks back down and sheathes him fully inside of her, a long low moan slipping breathlessly from between parted lips. ]
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