She doesn't. She really doesn't want to give in, to let him have the goddamn satisfaction of breaking her soul and spirit along with controlling her mind. But months of resistance have taught her that resisting only gets her pain, that it can be over so very easily if she gives in.
So she gives in.
"I... I want to come, Satoshi," she pleads, squeezing her eyes shut as he kisses her neck, her hips pushing against that humming head. "Please, may I come? --hold me up, please!" she adds, as her knees are genuinely getting weak.
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Date: 2017-05-06 01:49 am (UTC)So she gives in.
"I... I want to come, Satoshi," she pleads, squeezing her eyes shut as he kisses her neck, her hips pushing against that humming head. "Please, may I come? --hold me up, please!" she adds, as her knees are genuinely getting weak.