[ one would think that luka would be the one in control during intimate moments, but it isn't the case here. clearly, it isn't. she's fumbling over words, trying to say something but nothing actually ever comes out coherent; it's more pants, moans, shallow inhales.
the hand at miku's head digs deeper, nails into her scalp even, and her knuckles are swollen no thanks to her biting down on them. she racks with pleasures, shakes and quivers at the rougher touches.
it's too much.
if her sounds are music to her ears, then miku's probably going to get a symphony just for her.
luka's head rolls back, her eyes closed as tight as they can be and she shakes, again, and feels her leg muscles tightening and she feels an incredible burning feeling at the pit of her stomach and --
she climaxes, then and there, lets out gasps of air and her head rolls to the side. hair falls into her face, matted against her skin and she feels hot. it's so hot, it feels like she's burning. the knot in her stomach is not completely gone, but her trembling body slowly dies down.
she lies there, her knuckle-swollen hand hiding her face. ]
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the hand at miku's head digs deeper, nails into her scalp even, and her knuckles are swollen no thanks to her biting down on them. she racks with pleasures, shakes and quivers at the rougher touches.
it's too much.
if her sounds are music to her ears, then miku's probably going to get a symphony just for her.
luka's head rolls back, her eyes closed as tight as they can be and she shakes, again, and feels her leg muscles tightening and she feels an incredible burning feeling at the pit of her stomach and --
she climaxes, then and there, lets out gasps of air and her head rolls to the side. hair falls into her face, matted against her skin and she feels hot. it's so hot, it feels like she's burning. the knot in her stomach is not completely gone, but her trembling body slowly dies down.
she lies there, her knuckle-swollen hand hiding her face. ]