(he leans down over sombra, close enough to kiss again and eyes intense. the pressure does not change, nor the snap of his hips again and again, chasing that which he has not had in some time. his free hand slips between them, seeking her pleasure too.)
Do not look away. (the order comes in a harshly whispered hiss.)
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Do not look away. (the order comes in a harshly whispered hiss.)