Opening her eyes again, the world is in a soft focus as she blinks away what might be tears or simply sweat. Slick below and the rest of her gleaming in sweat. Jaskier too. Her dutiful, handsome companion.
Still on the move, still gliding. Sweet and thoughtful lover that he is, no longer driving her completely mad though playing over her flayed nerves. Aching and nearly tilting into the most delicious of pains. She would be the kind to suffer through. Half curled up once more, she grabs for him needing to be closer, close enough to kiss and feel his breath.
"Of what sort? For you? For me?" There is no losing party. And truly to fuck him or be fucked is a delight. Right now this side of a release, she wants more. Always more.
Before she gets distracted again, she must speak. "You are still bound, dearheart." In a lesser state of movement he feels hotter, almost throbbing and in case he needs any persuasion, Yennefer wills cunt to clench as tightly as she can manage.
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Still on the move, still gliding. Sweet and thoughtful lover that he is, no longer driving her completely mad though playing over her flayed nerves. Aching and nearly tilting into the most delicious of pains. She would be the kind to suffer through. Half curled up once more, she grabs for him needing to be closer, close enough to kiss and feel his breath.
"Of what sort? For you? For me?" There is no losing party. And truly to fuck him or be fucked is a delight. Right now this side of a release, she wants more. Always more.
Before she gets distracted again, she must speak. "You are still bound, dearheart." In a lesser state of movement he feels hotter, almost throbbing and in case he needs any persuasion, Yennefer wills cunt to clench as tightly as she can manage.