[ It's absolutely ridiculous sounding, except when it comes from him. When it comes from him, it's always everything. It doesn't matter to Wanda that it comes from silly romantic stories that could never really weather the real world.
Wanda smiles down at him before she presses her palm flat and firm against his chest. She'd much rather ride him slowly, see how long he lasts before he grows irritated and impatient and tries to take over, but that's how she often behaves with him when she gets to dictate their intimacy. She likes savouring it while he likes rushing through it, desperate to heed all of his instincts and insatiable appetite.
She's slow at first before she shifts her knees and gets comfortable straddling him. Pushing against his chest, she starts to move faster. She'll never be as fast as him, but she can be rougher than she usually is. Curling her fingers into his skin, she doesn't try and swallow down her noises. She pants sharply. Her skin warms and grows red. The sound of skin slapping against skin prompts heat to flood throughout her. With each undulation, she groans at the way he stretches her. She almost pulls off his cock completely before she pushes down, making him go as deep as he can inside of her.
Wanda glances away before she wills herself to peer down at him. If he can bare himself to her this evening, she can do the same. She's always liked to hide away, even from him in these moments, but instead, Wanda lifts her head up as she peers down at him. Red flashes beneath her eyes. ]
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Wanda smiles down at him before she presses her palm flat and firm against his chest. She'd much rather ride him slowly, see how long he lasts before he grows irritated and impatient and tries to take over, but that's how she often behaves with him when she gets to dictate their intimacy. She likes savouring it while he likes rushing through it, desperate to heed all of his instincts and insatiable appetite.
She's slow at first before she shifts her knees and gets comfortable straddling him. Pushing against his chest, she starts to move faster. She'll never be as fast as him, but she can be rougher than she usually is. Curling her fingers into his skin, she doesn't try and swallow down her noises. She pants sharply. Her skin warms and grows red. The sound of skin slapping against skin prompts heat to flood throughout her. With each undulation, she groans at the way he stretches her. She almost pulls off his cock completely before she pushes down, making him go as deep as he can inside of her.
Wanda glances away before she wills herself to peer down at him. If he can bare himself to her this evening, she can do the same. She's always liked to hide away, even from him in these moments, but instead, Wanda lifts her head up as she peers down at him. Red flashes beneath her eyes. ]