[ Good enough for her. Chariot cried out when Fang hit her stride, writhing beneath her as her hips jerked and rolled against her touch, her own growing sporadic, having little rhythm to it to focus her passion. All she could focus on was the pleasure, the bliss of it, feeling every heavy, hot emotion of her bonded behind every slight action.
She definitely wasn't going to last long like this. She could already feel everything start to coil and tighten, biting her lip and squeaking out whimpering moans, trying to keep herself muted and failing miserably. ]
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She definitely wasn't going to last long like this. She could already feel everything start to coil and tighten, biting her lip and squeaking out whimpering moans, trying to keep herself muted and failing miserably. ]