[She takes everything he gives; his kiss, his name, his thrusting - greedy for it, just as he claimed. Sombra nods at his order, voice smoky with lust, just shy of babbling.]
Okay. okay, I will.
[With that she begins to crest again. Her hips work in rhythm with his and soon enough she's too focused on remembering his name - his given name- to remember she's supposed to be difficult.]
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Okay. okay, I will.
[With that she begins to crest again. Her hips work in rhythm with his and soon enough she's too focused on remembering his name - his given name- to remember she's supposed to be difficult.]
Please, more... I need...