[ 2B silently worries that the table will give way beneath them anyway, what with how roughly 9S fucks her. Even if it does, though, she knows she likely won't care; all she can focus on is the way he feels , within and without her, and she finds that the very essence of him is intoxicating. One of 2B's hands releases the edge of the table in order to roughly card through the hair at the back of his head, her legs locking about his waist every time he roughly pushes forward inside of her.
As he increases his pace, 2B finds that she can't bite back the noises building within her throat any longer, a harsh cry tearing past her lips as he pounds into her cunt. She feels tender and swollen, the mortar to his pestle; completely whole and perfect. She doesn't notice him watching her face as her eyes squeeze shut, but she manages to choke out a few words in between the moans and harsh cries that escape her parted lips. ]
Wh-Why didn't you-- s-say anything, [ 2B half-sobs, her body feeling like it's unraveling on a molecular level. She drives her hips against him, desperate and greedy, a rapidly approaching peak beginning to incline within the pit of her gut. ] 9S--!
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As he increases his pace, 2B finds that she can't bite back the noises building within her throat any longer, a harsh cry tearing past her lips as he pounds into her cunt. She feels tender and swollen, the mortar to his pestle; completely whole and perfect. She doesn't notice him watching her face as her eyes squeeze shut, but she manages to choke out a few words in between the moans and harsh cries that escape her parted lips. ]
Wh-Why didn't you-- s-say anything, [ 2B half-sobs, her body feeling like it's unraveling on a molecular level. She drives her hips against him, desperate and greedy, a rapidly approaching peak beginning to incline within the pit of her gut. ] 9S--!