[ she shifts her focus to this, to him. to savoring the reasons she loves him, the way he looks at her question. she tilts her head, a little confused by his explanation, trying to picture it since... wouldn't you just call it--] So a waterfall?
[ of course, when he touches her, pressing his fingers between her thighs in that possessive way, she rolls her eyes, letting out a bit of a laugh. his obsession with keeping her marked, filling her with his come has always been humorous to her (when she's not in the middle of said act and riled up by the idea of it).] You're impossible.
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[ of course, when he touches her, pressing his fingers between her thighs in that possessive way, she rolls her eyes, letting out a bit of a laugh. his obsession with keeping her marked, filling her with his come has always been humorous to her (when she's not in the middle of said act and riled up by the idea of it).] You're impossible.