[ It's all too easy to wrap her arms around his neck and lose herself in his kisses, the rigid heat of him making Loki moan when she starts moving in earnest and Chris rubs right up along that one magical spot that makes Loki see stars (and not the ones outside the window). She cries out and finds a good rhythm that barely keeps him from brushing up perfectly, allowing her to ride him to her heart's content. It isn't just the pleasure of their bodies she covets but the man himself, combing through his hair with a relieved, happy sigh. She never wants to leave him, idly considers staying aboard for months at a time just to climb on him in the middle of the day and help fuck his brains out. ]
A-Are we ... ? [ Loki lets her weight drop on his lap and keens with how deep his cock sits. ] A couple?
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A-Are we ... ? [ Loki lets her weight drop on his lap and keens with how deep his cock sits. ] A couple?
[ Perfect timing for this talk. ]