[ bit by bit, life returns to her girlfriend. she can feel her grip tighten, the sudden working of muscles against her chest and around her cock. and then-
then sirin is crying in a way she's never heard. it doesn't sound like terror, or resignment, or the primal fear that stelle hates almost as much as she adores. it sounds... small. gentle. like march, finding her after a separation.
stelle's cock twitches, flexes inside sirin with the next thrust. and she just breathes out a soft laugh, pulling sirin even closer against her. ]
Sirin. [ a response. a reassurance. a promise. ] Just let it feel good. You don't have to be afraid.
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then sirin is crying in a way she's never heard. it doesn't sound like terror, or resignment, or the primal fear that stelle hates almost as much as she adores. it sounds... small. gentle. like march, finding her after a separation.
stelle's cock twitches, flexes inside sirin with the next thrust. and she just breathes out a soft laugh, pulling sirin even closer against her. ]
Sirin. [ a response. a reassurance. a promise. ] Just let it feel good. You don't have to be afraid.