"Fuck, your cock," she gasped, falling suddenly forward, pressing her forehead to my jaw and breathing deeply, arms twining closed, chains clinking together. "God, it feels so good." I growled in her ear, her new position easier to manipulate, my hands slamming her up and down my cock, giving into those pleas she'd issued. Harder, faster, chains rattling and skin slapping, until my stav and thrusts were at the same pace in opposite directions, the friction wild and addictive, even for me. Dull crescent nails dug into the dense skin on my shoulder as Sonya let out a high, thin whine of steady
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