Joan bites her lip to try to stifle a moan as he intensifies his actions, her fingers curling in his hair as the rest of her body writhes against him, the sensation of his fingers curling inside her setting her nerves on fire. By the time he whispers she's tense and crying out softly with every panting exhale, trembling with need.
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Date: 2021-11-01 01:33 am (UTC)"Yes," she near-whimpers.