[ She clenches around him, and it punches another quiet sound from him. He rests his hands on her back for a moment, enjoying her touch, the way her grip tightens at his shoulders.
She's wetter than she was earlier, thanks to what remains of his own cum and her second orgasm, but she feels as fantastic as she did earlier, her walls wet and tight around him. Gamora looks gorgeous above him, her curls falling over her shoulders, her skin flushed and mottled by the marks he had brought to the surface.
He runs his fingertips over a bruise low on her neck, feels that prickly, dark flare in his chest again, but before he can examine that sensation too closely, his thoughts scatter when she grinds against him. His teeth catch his lower lip as he cages in the sound that tries to escape him, turning it instead into a sharp exhale. ]
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She's wetter than she was earlier, thanks to what remains of his own cum and her second orgasm, but she feels as fantastic as she did earlier, her walls wet and tight around him. Gamora looks gorgeous above him, her curls falling over her shoulders, her skin flushed and mottled by the marks he had brought to the surface.
He runs his fingertips over a bruise low on her neck, feels that prickly, dark flare in his chest again, but before he can examine that sensation too closely, his thoughts scatter when she grinds against him. His teeth catch his lower lip as he cages in the sound that tries to escape him, turning it instead into a sharp exhale. ]