Shit. If it's just him pawing at her, or using her as something warm and wet to thrust his dick into, she can deal. She clears her mind and drifts off to a happier mental place. But the pain grounds her, and the very real fear of having her legs give way and the rings come pulling out of her sore nipples is, well, terrifying.
That fear, rather than arousal, is the reason he shakes a little bit as his lips caress her skin, under the soft, shiny black of her hair. She squeezes her thighs together a little bit as his hand slides downwards, her skirt falling at her ankles.
She's not really that wet, not yet. There's a little dampness between her legs because of the kissing from earlier, but being treated like this is hardly a turn-on. So even though he can feel that she's only just starting to get wet, she lies. "I'm... so wet, darling... can't you feel it?"
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Date: 2017-04-27 04:02 am (UTC)That fear, rather than arousal, is the reason he shakes a little bit as his lips caress her skin, under the soft, shiny black of her hair. She squeezes her thighs together a little bit as his hand slides downwards, her skirt falling at her ankles.
She's not really that wet, not yet. There's a little dampness between her legs because of the kissing from earlier, but being treated like this is hardly a turn-on. So even though he can feel that she's only just starting to get wet, she lies. "I'm... so wet, darling... can't you feel it?"