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[mylastchance]

Okay, it's the morning. Susan is not their because Lauren slept in late for once. He'd woken at dawn of course, to do his morning rituals, but then instead of staying awake he'd gone back to bed, tired from the battles they'd had only the night before. Susan, restless as he was, was the next to rise, and rather than stick around while Lauren and Annabelle slept, he'd wandered off to go explore with Fluff. This left the two of them laying close and comfortable in bed, even as the sun began to rise higher into the sky.

"Morning." Lauren says, smiling softly, stifling a yawn when he's through.

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[forkedroad]

Annabelle, despite her confidence and eagerness, is a little nervous. She steels herself with a deep breath, and mindfully and deliberately relaxes her body as she feels him initially press against her. It's like a curious nudge as he finds the proper placement, and it actually feels quite good, even if it makes her brace.

Grateful he can't see her face, she grits her teeth, letting out a tense, brief huff through them. It's girthier than the toy she's been practicing with, which despite its dimensions, used to feel just as awkward as this does. Now, she uses it with ease. It's only natural to step out of her comfort zone at that point, she figures.

"Ah..."

But beyond the discomfort, it's pleasurable, too—the heat of his sex is stimulating in a way she's only known from the narrowest of intrusions from his tongue, and this is of course much different. She focuses on regulating her breathing—deep and slow, and the cramping relents somewhat. She curls her fingers when he takes her hand again, reciprocating its zealous hold. And despite the strange discomfort and mild pain, her clit aches more than ever. It's a very unusual combination of sensations.

"Yes," she whispers tersely, her brow furrowing. Even if it's a little difficult, the fact that she's achieving even this much is definitely getting her off, encouraging her wetness.

[mylastchance]

The last time they'd done this he'd been overstimulated and only half hard. It was difficult to focus on the feeling of being inside her. Now there weren't any such distractions. He was needy, desparate even. Although he'd had sex before this was a first, and while he couldn't understand her desire to 'take him,' he was very grateful for her enthusism. This felt amazing in a way he couldnt have expected. She was so hot and slick pressing against him. He closes his eyes, pressing just the tip of his cock inside of her and he groans.

"Fuck, Anna." he barely pulls out, but he shifts back a bit until he feeels like he's going to slip out of her if he goes much further, before slowly pressing back in again.

[forkedroad]

It's amazing how tremendous someone's presence can suddenly become when it feels like their cock is splitting you in two. The ever meek Lauren was a red blooded man as any other, after all, and feeling the divine split between pain and pleasure as he carefully and considerately pushes and pulls the head of his cock from inside of her, is just beyond exquisite. Rare, carnal form, and she feels privileged to receive it. Haughty, even. She's greedy for this side of him.

Her forehead wrinkles from the way she slants her eyebrows, her mouth held agape as she chokes out a strangled, startled exhale, sweat beading on her flesh. The second time he pushes in makes stars bloom behind her closed eyelids just as much as the first, her ears and cheeks burning pink.

"Oh, stars," she sighs out coarsely. A hand reaches backwards abruptly, clutching at the side of him, somewhere between his hip and his thigh. Her nails dent his skin a gentle bite. Her clit feels impossibly stiff, standing at stubborn attention despite its size. Even though it's hardly any of him, it feels like so much, but she knows it's only a hint of how full she'll feel with the most of him inside of her. "A little deeper, Lauren... Please, lord, just a bit more."