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Ye—eessssss—!

[ it's practically exultant, Mammon, she cries out so loudly that you'd think even Wrench might be able to hear. and it's a violent one, this one, all spasmodic limbs and a deep clutch around his fingers like her body'll never let them go. it goes on and on, taking the wind out of her and leaving her gasping and sweat-slick and jittering.

careful she doesn't break your nose, Henry. ]

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[WHAT HAPPENED TO DEMURE HUMPING, HUH

He will ride every moment of it out with her. The way she sounds, god, it's loud and beautiful and a fraction of him hopes everyone in the house does hear it. Every part of Sprezzatura seems to shake, but most prevalently, her cunt clutches hard around his fingers, and even if he curls them in, the resistance is tighter than he's ever felt from her before.

Her body's a paroxysm, but he wants to encourage it, and he lifts his head just enough to spare his nose, his tongue slowly licking up to stimulate her soon-too-sensitive clit, and ending it with a grin. Red is smeared all over his lips and chin, wet and shining.]

Sorry, I couldn't resist. You're too beautiful, Sprezzatura.

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[ the sound of her orgasm is long, lewd, loud. wet cunt, ragged voice. she's flushed and wobbly-legged by the time it's run its course through her, and she looks at him and his blood-stained mouth and starts to laugh. ]

You have made mess of yourself.

[ she feels like so much limp paper in the breeze. one shaking hand falls from his hair and lands on the bedspread, fingers twitchy. ah. like being underwater. ]

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[She looks it, too: limp and lazy. Meanwhile, he's still hot and feeling as though he's bursting a little at the seams — or maybe that's just the untenable bulge in his underwear at this point.

But the sight of her is more important than chasing his own release just yet, and he practically sprawls out between her legs, his free hand sliding up and down her torso as his other hand slowly pulls out from her cunt. Very slowly.

Plops his cheek onto her thigh.]

What, you're saying I shouldn't go out like this?

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Bloody-faced and so, so stiff between your thighs? Mmhh.

[ she massages her toes into the back of his shoulder. a little jolt shivering through her as his fingers withdraw.

oh, she feels wondrous. ]

Whoever is going to clean you off?

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[Who, indeed. Those wet, warm fingers slide up her other thigh, leaving red streaks. She gets to enjoy herself a little mess, too.]

I wonder. Who could possibly clean me off with their own mouth?

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[ her expression changes in an instant. ]

Don't smear it on me.

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[a;kldjsf amazing]

You're getting it everywhere, anyway.

[everywhere = bedsheets. him.]

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You said you are not caring!

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[ppffft he has to laugh, sorry]

I- don't. I just don't see why you do.

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[ whines and writhes and writhes and writhes and ]

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[Poor, poor Sprezzatura.

He'll have mercy on her. He licks away at the smeared line of blood he left on her thigh.

Better?]

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[ and writhes and ]

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[Oh, she likes that, huh. Chuckles and does it again — picking up what remnants of red remain.]

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[ the stains are a deep burgundy on her skin, smearing. she lifts herself up to watch him. ]

Now... Isn't that better?

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[If he didn't get it all, he's going for another long, wet lick.]

Uh-huh.

[And then-]

Just another reason for me to put my mouth on you.

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You don't need reason.

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[He rests his cheek against her thigh again.]

Careful, I’m going to take that as free rein to kiss you anytime even outside of the bedroom.

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Mischief.

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In front of the entire town.

[Yes, peak mischief.]

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All twenty two of us?

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Yes. Twenty-two people who get to see just how enamored I am with you.

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[ enamoured. her face remains as elegant and impassive as she wishes it would always be.
but inside, her heart does somersaults.

the need to touch him. she picks her fingers through his bangs, artfully arranging them as they were before she ruined his hair. ]

Perhaps I want it all only for me.

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[A tingle of warmth and pleasure as she fusses with his hair. Almost enough to distract him from the strain still existing in his pants.]

My affection only ever belongs to you. But if you want to ferret me away from prying eyes, I guess I can mostly just kiss you in private. Again and again…