[Emori grabs for him, pulling herself up to him. She hangs on as her whole body is rocked by his thrusts. She hums ever so slightly, feeling pure joy, pure ecstasy at that warm wetness between her legs.] John, John, you make me feel so good.
[When he starts to slow, she gets as close to him as possible. Emori rubs her face against his, squeezes her thighs around him. She wants to feel him all over.]
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[When he starts to slow, she gets as close to him as possible. Emori rubs her face against his, squeezes her thighs around him. She wants to feel him all over.]