[He doesn't mind the coming bruises at all, this is what he wanted, to feel and see her all over him in the morning, knowing she's left her mark of possession, thinking about it when he inevitably flirts with some girl at the market. Ensuring he'll never go further than that flirting, because he belongs to someone else. He can't properly sound offended at Wanda's comment, breathing too raggedly and interrupted by his own whines, but Pietro needs to address it.]
I'm not... mean...
[It's a flimsy statement more than a protest though, and a complete lie. He knows he is, and can't stop himself from saying any insulting things that come to him most of the time. But Wanda understands that, and she tolerates far more from him than she should have to. Her moaning sends a sudden spark of heat directly through his cock, and that's the point he can't hold off anymore, pushed over the edge finally as she clenches tight around him, every muscle tensing as he comes.]
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I'm not... mean...
[It's a flimsy statement more than a protest though, and a complete lie. He knows he is, and can't stop himself from saying any insulting things that come to him most of the time. But Wanda understands that, and she tolerates far more from him than she should have to. Her moaning sends a sudden spark of heat directly through his cock, and that's the point he can't hold off anymore, pushed over the edge finally as she clenches tight around him, every muscle tensing as he comes.]