Sinthia's breath and voice caught in her throat as Solo pushed into her and Illya's voice washed over them both, holding the therapist close against her. "He feels big like you," she breathed, spreading her thighs and wrapping her legs around the man's waist.
"Please don't stop," she murmured, turning her head to press her lips to Solo's neck and his shoulder. She didn't know when Illya had figured out that she was much more receptive to sound than visuals, but he seemed to know it very well by now, and used it shamelessly to his advantage, turning her into a shivering mass of arousal.
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Date: 2016-04-30 06:20 pm (UTC)"Please don't stop," she murmured, turning her head to press her lips to Solo's neck and his shoulder. She didn't know when Illya had figured out that she was much more receptive to sound than visuals, but he seemed to know it very well by now, and used it shamelessly to his advantage, turning her into a shivering mass of arousal.