[ If anything, the sincerity in his expression makes it worse, sending Hana's pulse into overdrive. It's almost as if flowers and sparkles are blooming behind his heavily screentoned face, a stray breeze picking up cherry blossom petals and sending them swirling around them as she blushes and stammers. Her heart pounds hard and fast, and she vaguely wonders if it might burst.
Hana has even less of an idea as to what they are, but knowing that he actually cares about her speaks leaps and bounds. Barring the obvious questionable moral standpoints of their current arrangement, Hana feels like she's scaled an invisible wall, bringing her closer to 76 than she had been previously.
Though his words have practically put her over the moon, the incessant ache between her thighs grounds her, bringing her back to herself as she watches his face. He looks pleased as ever, and she buries her face into his neck to keep herself from taunting him about it, not wanting to ruin the moment. She succeeds at undoing his pants and hiking his shirt halfway up his back before he speaks again, sending a shudder through her body. ]
But it's so grimy there, [ She murmurs, though in her heart of hearts she knows she doesn't care. They could probably do a lot of interesting things on those bar stools, and didn't the place have a pool table? She wasn't entirely sure if the Deadlock Gang still frequented the place; it'd always been empty when she'd gone. She'd just assumed they had any number of other safehouses that they rotated between. For all she knew, they could have an audience if they acted out their plan. She moans as his hands find the underside of her exposed breasts, grateful that she'd decided that wearing a bra would be a chore on her day off. Her skin is soft and warm against his calloused palms, filling his hands and pillowing slightly between his fingers. ]
Mmmmmn, but imagine how satisfying it'll be for me to beat my high score with your cock inside me-- [ She groans as he grinds into her, prompting her to bite her bottom lip and raise her ass up to meet him. He feels hot and hard even through the rough material of his pants, and desire spikes hotly in her gut at the prospect. Hana giggles softly as his teeth find her neck, expelling a soft, satisfied sigh. The bruise had purpled for a few days before going yellow, fading completely only a few days before this. She was happy for him leaving another mark in its stead, however, and she seeks to return the favor as she nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck again. ]
Or the hangar in-- nnn-- Volskaya? It'll be cold but-- [ She gives another rough, suckling bite at the pinking flesh of his neck, seeking to leave behind a hickey or two as her mouth roves over it. ] -- Kinda romantic, if we decide to use one of the residences... They have really nice c-couches... [ She curses softly under her breath as he grinds into her, her hands eagerly undoing his pants and attempting to push them down his thighs. ]
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Hana has even less of an idea as to what they are, but knowing that he actually cares about her speaks leaps and bounds. Barring the obvious questionable moral standpoints of their current arrangement, Hana feels like she's scaled an invisible wall, bringing her closer to 76 than she had been previously.
Though his words have practically put her over the moon, the incessant ache between her thighs grounds her, bringing her back to herself as she watches his face. He looks pleased as ever, and she buries her face into his neck to keep herself from taunting him about it, not wanting to ruin the moment. She succeeds at undoing his pants and hiking his shirt halfway up his back before he speaks again, sending a shudder through her body. ]
But it's so grimy there, [ She murmurs, though in her heart of hearts she knows she doesn't care. They could probably do a lot of interesting things on those bar stools, and didn't the place have a pool table? She wasn't entirely sure if the Deadlock Gang still frequented the place; it'd always been empty when she'd gone. She'd just assumed they had any number of other safehouses that they rotated between. For all she knew, they could have an audience if they acted out their plan. She moans as his hands find the underside of her exposed breasts, grateful that she'd decided that wearing a bra would be a chore on her day off. Her skin is soft and warm against his calloused palms, filling his hands and pillowing slightly between his fingers. ]
Mmmmmn, but imagine how satisfying it'll be for me to beat my high score with your cock inside me-- [ She groans as he grinds into her, prompting her to bite her bottom lip and raise her ass up to meet him. He feels hot and hard even through the rough material of his pants, and desire spikes hotly in her gut at the prospect. Hana giggles softly as his teeth find her neck, expelling a soft, satisfied sigh. The bruise had purpled for a few days before going yellow, fading completely only a few days before this. She was happy for him leaving another mark in its stead, however, and she seeks to return the favor as she nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck again. ]
Or the hangar in-- nnn-- Volskaya? It'll be cold but-- [ She gives another rough, suckling bite at the pinking flesh of his neck, seeking to leave behind a hickey or two as her mouth roves over it. ] -- Kinda romantic, if we decide to use one of the residences... They have really nice c-couches... [ She curses softly under her breath as he grinds into her, her hands eagerly undoing his pants and attempting to push them down his thighs. ]