[ His withdrawal is met by a loud groan of protest and it's almost comical how desperate she looks when she's able to focus on his face, her hands already grabbing at him to try and pull him back when his words finally hit her ears. She spares herself just a moment to drink him in, her gaze full of need and appreciation as they run from his face down to his cock but then she's tearing herself away to turn for him, every move, even the look she gives him as she looks back over her shoulder, designed to make him want her more. (Wis Nat 20 - ffs dice you're so extra.) ]
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