[ As he cranes his neck upwards, one of 2B's hands darts out, grabbing his neck and slamming his head back onto the ground. Lifting her hips up from his, she rests the crux of her thighs upon his lower belly, away from his hot, pulsating need. ]
Wrong answer.
[ 2B slowly grinds her hips down onto his gut, shuddering as she brings her other hand up to his neck. She pins his weight down easily, her boots pressing hard down into the dirt and keeping her steadily docked over him. Her expression is one of dispassionate calculation, only vaguely colored by the way her lips part in order to moan every time she grinds her weight down onto him.
Gradually, she begins to push her hands down around his neck, almost as if she's seeking to collapse his trachea. She looms over him, eyes at half-mast as she curls her neck so their brows touch, her fingers curling around the thin column of his throat. ]
I could kill you right here, [ She breathes. ] That's what you want, isn't it? To die without ever having been inside me again?
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Wrong answer.
[ 2B slowly grinds her hips down onto his gut, shuddering as she brings her other hand up to his neck. She pins his weight down easily, her boots pressing hard down into the dirt and keeping her steadily docked over him. Her expression is one of dispassionate calculation, only vaguely colored by the way her lips part in order to moan every time she grinds her weight down onto him.
Gradually, she begins to push her hands down around his neck, almost as if she's seeking to collapse his trachea. She looms over him, eyes at half-mast as she curls her neck so their brows touch, her fingers curling around the thin column of his throat. ]
I could kill you right here, [ She breathes. ] That's what you want, isn't it? To die without ever having been inside me again?