[She cries out as his teeth grip her skin, but it only spurs her onward, grabbing at him with bruising force. They'll be covered tomorrow, surely, but this time it's far from a bad thing. Give them new wounds to focus on, and to think of pleasantly when they catch their eyes.
She swears in low French under her breath and between frantic kisses. She grabs his ass again, pulling him into her, urging him toward the edge with her.]
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She swears in low French under her breath and between frantic kisses. She grabs his ass again, pulling him into her, urging him toward the edge with her.]