{When he does that, it comes down to either biting through her lip or ending her efforts to stay silent. The choice is made on a purely primal level, and soon their quiet little nook is filled with soft moans, breathy gasps,and other, even more wanton sounds. Yako can't bring herself to care about that now, or care about much more than the hand her hips are rocking into.}
it's fiiiiine