myself and magisterequitum were very sad that the porn battle wasn't happening this year so we talked about having a mini ficathon focused on well... porn. so that's what we did. BOW CHICKA POW.
let me hear youmagisterequitumFebruary 16 2015, 23:26:20 UTC
Rina does not do sex quietly.
She likes sex. Fucking loves it. She is a demanding lover, but she gives as much as she gets. And she doesn't shy from it. She doesn't silence herself. If she moans, she moans. If she sighs, it's breathy and loud. If she screams, she doesn't try and restrain herself. And when she talks, she talksJust because she's with a Psy now doesn't change any part of that
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RE: let me hear youtosca1390February 17 2015, 01:22:56 UTC
omg yes YESSSSSSSSSSSSS. it's so perfect. THEY ARE SO PERFECT. you are so perfect. HER PIERCING. TELLING HIM WHAT SHE WANTED TO DO WITH HIM. I am dead.
“You need to stop,” he snarls. Her throat works against the vise of his hand, his thumb and forefinger pressed directly against her pulse points. The jewel hanging from her choker digs into her skin. Backed and pinned against the wall by his body, she swallows a quip about minding the tapestry Louis had commissioned for her - priceless, of course
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Ahhh! This is perfect. I love these two and their terrible fucked up relationship and not wanting/being able to leave the other behind or alone. And this captures that perfectly. In addition to being hot. Thank you!!!
So glad you enjoyed!! Mildly obsessed with these two and their Bad Romance. I totally came here for the Jupiter Ascending prompts and got distracted by yours, if that's any indication, haha.
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She likes sex. Fucking loves it. She is a demanding lover, but she gives as much as she gets. And she doesn't shy from it. She doesn't silence herself. If she moans, she moans. If she sighs, it's breathy and loud. If she screams, she doesn't try and restrain herself. And when she talks, she talksJust because she's with a Psy now doesn't change any part of that ( ... )
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