[ Chariot sat herself up, at least partially, propping up on one arm while the other continued to shift languidly in its attentions, taking care to find Fang's clit, but also keep her pressure light, deliberate. Her hips rolled against Fang's grip, a chuckle on her breath, red locks dripping across her face from being disheveled before. ]
I want to get you worked up... I want you to bask in my shine... Until you're begging me to let you ravage me...
[ And mark her. Like she'd said before. She wanted that, perhaps, more than anything else. ]
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I want to get you worked up... I want you to bask in my shine... Until you're begging me to let you ravage me...
[ And mark her. Like she'd said before. She wanted that, perhaps, more than anything else. ]