[ So annoying. Not only does she have a hard time of it, she feels trapped. He's getting one over her, and she's on top. Talk about irritating. Every thrust is met with her own movement; a shake, a roll, the drag of her hips, but it grows to keep her there. Leaning down, Aerith rips her hands away from Cloud's to place them on his chest, and she rides him a little faster, more feverishly, chasing something she can't quite describe. ]
And leave you by yourself? Asking for more? Do I look that mean?
[ She can be, of course. It's a little harder to have a clearer head, though, with a climax approaching. It's like watching a wave start to roll in on the beach— her legs shudder, but she holds herself there, softly moaning. ]
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And leave you by yourself? Asking for more? Do I look that mean?
[ She can be, of course. It's a little harder to have a clearer head, though, with a climax approaching. It's like watching a wave start to roll in on the beach— her legs shudder, but she holds herself there, softly moaning. ]