It resonates, ringing like a bell with the kind of pure honesty that makes her soften for him again. When she kisses him this time it's easier, gentle, and her hand strokes the side of his neck like she's remembering the same thing he is.
His life in her hands, snuffed out by the same grip that's trying only to bring him pleasure now.
"It's easy to make me feel good," she admits to him, eyes searching his face for any sign of repulsion for her upgrades. She expects to see it and that's exactly why she's still wearing her leotard.
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It resonates, ringing like a bell with the kind of pure honesty that makes her soften for him again. When she kisses him this time it's easier, gentle, and her hand strokes the side of his neck like she's remembering the same thing he is.
His life in her hands, snuffed out by the same grip that's trying only to bring him pleasure now.
"It's easy to make me feel good," she admits to him, eyes searching his face for any sign of repulsion for her upgrades. She expects to see it and that's exactly why she's still wearing her leotard.