...sorry. But I won't stop. [ she grinds her leg in and against sirin; she leans in, lapping at her ear in messy strokes of her tongue. one hand raises, gropes at sirin's chest until she can roughly pull the fabric open. and the whole time, she just keeps murmuring- ] My queen. Ya tebya lyublyu. Ich liebe dich. I love you. I love you.
[ her fingers, as gentle as they are, are still unspeakably rough against sirin's pale skin. she tugs at a nipple, runs her thumb over it experimentally, cups the whole petite breast - all sorts of touch, torn from sirin's body. control being ripped away, one step at a time. and when the hand finally drops from sirin's cheek - when there are insistent fingers at her cunt, stroking over fabric and eking out what pressure they can- ]
You can't escape me. I'll... I'll always find you.
[ it's a fumbling, awkward line, more moaned out than actually spoken. but it's all she can say, right now. she has to make sure sirin understands. she has to make sure sirin knows why she's doing this. ]
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[ her fingers, as gentle as they are, are still unspeakably rough against sirin's pale skin. she tugs at a nipple, runs her thumb over it experimentally, cups the whole petite breast - all sorts of touch, torn from sirin's body. control being ripped away, one step at a time. and when the hand finally drops from sirin's cheek - when there are insistent fingers at her cunt, stroking over fabric and eking out what pressure they can- ]
You can't escape me. I'll... I'll always find you.
[ it's a fumbling, awkward line, more moaned out than actually spoken. but it's all she can say, right now. she has to make sure sirin understands. she has to make sure sirin knows why she's doing this. ]