[ Let the record show that, in spite of her best efforts to console him, she bites out a series of agonized whines at the change in pace. It's too unhurried for a body that wants to take, take, take like it may never have the opportunity again, but she suffers it for his sake. And her own sake, in a backwards sort of way, to keep from imagining that this could be the last time — that he may not want her again after this, that the war might tear them apart.
Her cunt has different ideas, squeezing and fluttering tight around him. Grappling for self-discipline, she forces herself to go limp and relaxed against him, subjecting herself to feeling every drag of his cock, the heaving of his chest as her breasts graze him, the wetness that drips down and honeys her thighs. It's all too much, isn't enough all at once; she presses her face to his throat and whimpers loudly again, a broken plea, as she clumsily rotates herself against him. From this position, she can't force him as deeply, but it's a sacrifice that's worth making for the support of his hand at her hip. The rhythm she sets is still erratic, without any particular elegance or predictable tempo, but she relies on the pull of his hand to lead her — to grind her down onto his cock as he wants, the strain in her legs thankful for the respite. ]
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Her cunt has different ideas, squeezing and fluttering tight around him. Grappling for self-discipline, she forces herself to go limp and relaxed against him, subjecting herself to feeling every drag of his cock, the heaving of his chest as her breasts graze him, the wetness that drips down and honeys her thighs. It's all too much, isn't enough all at once; she presses her face to his throat and whimpers loudly again, a broken plea, as she clumsily rotates herself against him. From this position, she can't force him as deeply, but it's a sacrifice that's worth making for the support of his hand at her hip. The rhythm she sets is still erratic, without any particular elegance or predictable tempo, but she relies on the pull of his hand to lead her — to grind her down onto his cock as he wants, the strain in her legs thankful for the respite. ]