[He loses some concentration — that hand guiding him in a singular, slow thrust where he's seated on Cy's cock as a reminder of that union, that intimate place where his body fits together with Cy's own. It drives a soft little breath out of his throat, head turning to push into the hand on his cheek. The kiss is easy to accept, easy to return.]
I like that.
[It isn't difficult to imagine. Even with the illusion of cruelty and brutality they wove into that scene between them, there were small things belying the attachment, the seeds of that affection — a mutual sense of possession. And, too, it feels more authentic to who they are that it would end with love.]
So, in this scenario... [He rocks his hips, lacking the leverage to turn the movement into a proper slide of his cunt onto Cy's cock, but more of a back and forth drag, his own slick arousal shiny and wet on Cy's dark pubic hair, breasts swaying gently.] I would assume that identity as a woman. When I became pregnant with your child, everything changed between us.
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I like that.
[It isn't difficult to imagine. Even with the illusion of cruelty and brutality they wove into that scene between them, there were small things belying the attachment, the seeds of that affection — a mutual sense of possession. And, too, it feels more authentic to who they are that it would end with love.]
So, in this scenario... [He rocks his hips, lacking the leverage to turn the movement into a proper slide of his cunt onto Cy's cock, but more of a back and forth drag, his own slick arousal shiny and wet on Cy's dark pubic hair, breasts swaying gently.] I would assume that identity as a woman. When I became pregnant with your child, everything changed between us.