[ by the time he was in by the entirety of his shaft, eren had drawn his claws from the lamila’s nape down the delicate arch of her back, then to the hourglass curve of her pelvis, where he grabbed and thrusted his weight harsher, deeper, and where his throat unfurled an uncensored cry to meet her’s, coarse and barked. coating her back with his front, the fox leaned forward and began his rhythm, rolling his hips until he smacked and smacked and smacked against the back of her thighs with each thorough pull and push.
his hands grasped her breasts in full at last and pulled her upward, erect to follow his own frame upright and delve into her at another angle. his emotion from passion drew out an open door, and there his gem outstretched for the remaining end to make the connection with him. there was no love, but there was pleasure, primal romping and respect. ]
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his hands grasped her breasts in full at last and pulled her upward, erect to follow his own frame upright and delve into her at another angle. his emotion from passion drew out an open door, and there his gem outstretched for the remaining end to make the connection with him. there was no love, but there was pleasure, primal romping and respect. ]