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[ exhales rough and pleased and there is a twitch of his hips up until her mouth again but he -- pulls back at her hair, voice still relatively impassive but noticeably rougher now; ]

Get -- on me.

Master --

[ her breathing is heavy, ragged as she comes up with a sputter, her smile not all there but filled with adoration, her tongue lolling slightly out of her mouth. she moves to straddle him, and placing her hands on his abdomen to steady herself, she grinds against him, slowly but roughly ]

Master. Master! Come on, come ooon. Fuck me, fill me, I need you --

If you want it that much -- you can show me, right?

[ his hands shift and don't slide to help brace his cock and get it into her but do go to her hips, taking a hold there, helping with that grinding motion against his cock ]

I told you, I don't feel well. So I'm expecting my dog to do some work here.

Fuck --

[ she shudders, and one hand moves to cover her mouth and stifle a particularly loud moan, though most of it comes out before she can stop it. ]

God, please -- touch me more, pleaaaaase...

[ she grinds harder, more desperately -- before lifting herself to try and slip him into her, fumbling twice with a wince and a whine ]

[ good thing Whisky doesn't particularly care about keeping her quiet. he laughs though it's quiet, and cold -- does shift some to help himself slip into her with a groan that cuts off his laugh, tipping his head back, mouth parting in an O while one hand slips up, fingertips brushing over a nipple before pinching hard with his nails ]

FfffuuuuUCK --

[ she tosses her head back when he enters her, when he touches her, almost just falling the fuck over -- ]

Th-that -- fuck -- fuckin' hurt! God. Goddd! Master, maaaster! It already feels soooo good~

[ -- but it's pretty clear she doesn't hate it, rolling her hips before pushing herself down more, trying to take in as much of him as she can ]

So - - noisy.

[ he murmurs but he's obviously not disapproving, cock twitching inside of her as his hips pulse just slightly up - - he can't manage much more as queasy as he's feeling but he does try to pull her down more onto his cock with the hand left on her hip. ]

S-sorry...

[ she stifles another moan, almost coughing in the attempt. her hips jerk as more of him enters her, her toes curling. ]

[ he's not at all being kind or patient in how he tugs further down on her, tries to get her fully seated on his cock, with a low, pleased little hiss. ]

It's so much -- Master --

[ but even saying that she forces herself the rest of the way down, a loud moan she's unable to contain ringing out]

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