[ She sinks fully down his cock until she’s sitting flush with Peter’s hips, shuddering over him. She braces her palms on Peter’s chest, panting and trying to catch her breath, opening her eyes to watch Peter, to see the faint haze in his eyes, the flicker of unsteadiness. ]
So do you— god.
[ Her walls clench and flutter around him, and at first, she just enjoys the fullness again (since this is technically only the second time he’s fucked her). She kneads lightly at his shoulders, an outlet for the neediness and fulfillment she feels all at once, because she just can’t keep still.
When her hips start shifting, she isn’t lifting herself yet; she’s grinding down, rocking back and forth without letting him slip even an inch out of her. ]
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So do you— god.
[ Her walls clench and flutter around him, and at first, she just enjoys the fullness again (since this is technically only the second time he’s fucked her). She kneads lightly at his shoulders, an outlet for the neediness and fulfillment she feels all at once, because she just can’t keep still.
When her hips start shifting, she isn’t lifting herself yet; she’s grinding down, rocking back and forth without letting him slip even an inch out of her. ]