It's been a pretty long year, for me! [ Inhale, exhale, another hard thrust. Yamato moves himself in time with her, one hand remaining on keeping her leg lifted a bit, but the other now moving to stroke the side of her face, daring to allow himself his moment in the midst of fucking her against the wall. He's starting to sweat from these movements, but also from the scents and the heat in the room.
It's a transcendent sort of feeling, to know...
Well. ]
So I guess- then. Over it.
[ Sheepishly. That was something he probably didn't need to answer, wasn't it? ]
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It's a transcendent sort of feeling, to know...
Well. ]
So I guess- then. Over it.
[ Sheepishly. That was something he probably didn't need to answer, wasn't it? ]