[ Well, right to it, then! Drawing a breath, slow yet sharp, she holds onto his hand as though it were a lifeline. It’s dreadfully tight, and so, discomfort simply comes with the territory - but that isn’t to say that she dislikes it. Quite the opposite. Shifting back just so, she ensures that he’s fully encased himself within her. It’s the most wonderful feeling, having him fill her; she’s crying out softly whilst rolling her hips, challenging her limits. ]
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