She melted into his touch, like it was the only she ever had, frowning slightly when his tone turns heavy. Face turned so that she could try and kiss that sadness away, she finally settled on tilting her head back until she could nip and kiss along the side of his neck. She remembered that time. It had been a dark time that she had spent on her back or on her knees for him. And then there had also been nights that he had been so far into his cups he'd fallen asleep before he even came. Those nights she never told him about. She never would, she'd take those days of him to the grave with her, when it came for her one day. "[color=#2ecc40]I remember, I also remember it was between my legs that made you somewhat live life once again.[/color]"
The low rumble of his voice, and the way he continued to touch her, even as she felt his teeth on her skin, another sharp breath leaves her when his lips are back on hers. Mina's back arches hard, pressing herself bodily into his hands, her hips rocking again with each squeeze along her abdomen. She would cry at some point tonight, she already knew. When he had been a few weeks gone from her, that first string of fucking always was drawn out, unhurried. He knew she was his for as long as he stayed, and she wouldn't service anyone else, not since the last time it had caused a fist fight. "[color=#2ecc40]You know I'll keep screaming long past my voice having gave out, everyone knows you give it to me the best. They've heard your name fall from my lips enough times to know if I'm hollering that loudly, it's you between my legs.[/color]"
But it was that electric feeling that slammed up her spine and into her brain the moment his finger slid close enough to her clit that it had her jerking like she had been struck by lighting, her hand in his hair doing it's best to not pull, while the one that clung to his forearm squeezed down. It wasn't a word, or a cry, or a sound that came out of her, it was deeper than that, all the more wound up she was. There was just something so much better having someone else touch you, than it was touching one's self. "[color=#2ecc40]Filthy, Ruth, filthy. It's sugar glazing consistency you know,[/color]" she licked along his lip, flicking her tongue there a moment. "[color=#2ecc40]And sometimes just as tasty when I've put enough fruit in you.[/color]"
The low rumble of his voice, and the way he continued to touch her, even as she felt his teeth on her skin, another sharp breath leaves her when his lips are back on hers. Mina's back arches hard, pressing herself bodily into his hands, her hips rocking again with each squeeze along her abdomen. She would cry at some point tonight, she already knew. When he had been a few weeks gone from her, that first string of fucking always was drawn out, unhurried. He knew she was his for as long as he stayed, and she wouldn't service anyone else, not since the last time it had caused a fist fight. "[color=#2ecc40]You know I'll keep screaming long past my voice having gave out, everyone knows you give it to me the best. They've heard your name fall from my lips enough times to know if I'm hollering that loudly, it's you between my legs.[/color]"
But it was that electric feeling that slammed up her spine and into her brain the moment his finger slid close enough to her clit that it had her jerking like she had been struck by lighting, her hand in his hair doing it's best to not pull, while the one that clung to his forearm squeezed down. It wasn't a word, or a cry, or a sound that came out of her, it was deeper than that, all the more wound up she was. There was just something so much better having someone else touch you, than it was touching one's self. "[color=#2ecc40]Filthy, Ruth, filthy. It's sugar glazing consistency you know,[/color]" she licked along his lip, flicking her tongue there a moment. "[color=#2ecc40]And sometimes just as tasty when I've put enough fruit in you.[/color]"
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