[At that pickup of the pace, Noctis finds himself silently agreeing with the intention. While Luna moves a little faster, he starts to roll his hips, meeting her movements in rhythm, his strokes getting deeper and longer.]
You feel so perfect... tight, hot, wet...
[There are probably more poetic ways to put it, but that's not where his mind is. It's on the gorgeous woman riding his lap. Noctis smiles up at her.]
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You feel so perfect... tight, hot, wet...
[There are probably more poetic ways to put it, but that's not where his mind is. It's on the gorgeous woman riding his lap. Noctis smiles up at her.]
You taste good, what can I say?