[ She doesn't need a fucking Catholic schoolgirl uniform. She's already brimming as if with the essence of that twisted religious penance, without availing herself of the actual mechanisms it offers its adherents. Breathing into the pleasurepain he drills mercilessly into her, as if waiting for it to teach her something new. Such a precious little wreck, a martyr really, wrapped in a bundle of cunt and suffering. ]
[ He feels her tense with her presaging climax, muscles throbbing under her skin, fluttering around his cock. The fingers tangled in her hair tug sharply, angling her chin up, his hot breath fanning her nape. His mind wings with filthy, vicious words, but he says nothing out loud. As his prick slides in and out of her, rapid tip to root plunges, his lips close on her neck instead. Blunt teeth gnawing tantalizingly against her salty goose-bumped flesh, right at the place just below her ear, that is somehow connected directly to her clit. It is all so brilliantly vile and he can feel himself getting sweat-slick all over, chest and thighs, his whole body rocking the lush heap of Korra's as if his impetus is to tear her apart. ]
[ Except, right at the moment when he feels her body-language change -- low stuttered gasps, the rocking of her hips at once jerky and fluid in that familiar pre-orgasmic cadence -- he slows. Slows almost to nothing -- deep, indolent strokes to leave her vibrating on the edge. His hard chest presses against the curve of her back, covering her, forcing her down. One hand sliding from her nape to grope her dangling breasts, cruelly stretching her nipples one at a time, letting them go, and stretching them again, while with his other hand, the spanks go on and on, her reddened buttocks taking each slap and reverberating deliciously with the force of them. ]
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Date: 2015-04-12 05:18 am (UTC)[ He feels her tense with her presaging climax, muscles throbbing under her skin, fluttering around his cock. The fingers tangled in her hair tug sharply, angling her chin up, his hot breath fanning her nape. His mind wings with filthy, vicious words, but he says nothing out loud. As his prick slides in and out of her, rapid tip to root plunges, his lips close on her neck instead. Blunt teeth gnawing tantalizingly against her salty goose-bumped flesh, right at the place just below her ear, that is somehow connected directly to her clit. It is all so brilliantly vile and he can feel himself getting sweat-slick all over, chest and thighs, his whole body rocking the lush heap of Korra's as if his impetus is to tear her apart. ]
[ Except, right at the moment when he feels her body-language change -- low stuttered gasps, the rocking of her hips at once jerky and fluid in that familiar pre-orgasmic cadence -- he slows. Slows almost to nothing -- deep, indolent strokes to leave her vibrating on the edge. His hard chest presses against the curve of her back, covering her, forcing her down. One hand sliding from her nape to grope her dangling breasts, cruelly stretching her nipples one at a time, letting them go, and stretching them again, while with his other hand, the spanks go on and on, her reddened buttocks taking each slap and reverberating deliciously with the force of them. ]