[She does belong to him, completely and entirely. She wouldn't be so emotional if she wasn't his, if she didn't value what he gave her so many times over that it could be dizzying. There's barely any strength in her arms but she tries to brace against the glass, moaning faintly.]

That may be the case. [And yet.] But I just can't imagine loving anyone more than you. Or their dick.

[Maybe it's a benefit of her age that, honestly, there's a lot more to it than just a really good cock and an overflow of biological imperative. It's easy to manufacture physical responses and reactions, but it was incredibly difficult to love someone, and to feel loved by someone else outside of all that.]

And I'm not saying that just because you're still in me. [Although that within itself is incredibly pleasant.]