[Even without being held flush against him, the merciless rock of his hips is enough to leave Petra breathless, panting against his neck and arching into the delicious friction of his cock. Even if this were all Ferdinand's desperation allowed for, she would still be ready; she's already slick by the time fingers find bare skin, thighs tense and trembling around his hand. He isn't going to try and stop to relocate, is he? Or even worse, just leave her wanting out of some misguided desire to protect her?
Thankfully not. Petra doesn't bother to muffle her moans once his fingers start moving, or even try to keep her voice down. She breathes encouragement against Ferdinand's skin instead, kisses growing more heated and hungry--sharp scrapes of teeth rather than the soothing brush of tongue, and harsh, sucking kisses meant to raise marks. She has absolutely no intention of being satisfied by fingers alone--but as long as he doesn't keep her waiting too long, there's nothing wrong with an appetizer, is there?]
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Thankfully not. Petra doesn't bother to muffle her moans once his fingers start moving, or even try to keep her voice down. She breathes encouragement against Ferdinand's skin instead, kisses growing more heated and hungry--sharp scrapes of teeth rather than the soothing brush of tongue, and harsh, sucking kisses meant to raise marks. She has absolutely no intention of being satisfied by fingers alone--but as long as he doesn't keep her waiting too long, there's nothing wrong with an appetizer, is there?]