"I've lost count," she answers, rolling against Bucky. "I'm a bit distracted."
She's close now, the heat rippling through her, building in her cunt and rolling out, like she's being burned from the inside. It's a perfect feeling and while Sylvie has never been as fixated on sex as others, she can understand why people chase this sensation. Perhaps she'd never bother with others, but with Bucky, with Loki, she often feels like she can't get enough of them.
Dangerous. It's all so dangerous. She can't let it go.
"God, Bucky," she breathes, panting hard as they move together, her teeth pressed against his neck. She can smell him, feel him, she's wrapped up in him completely and she's so close.
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She's close now, the heat rippling through her, building in her cunt and rolling out, like she's being burned from the inside. It's a perfect feeling and while Sylvie has never been as fixated on sex as others, she can understand why people chase this sensation. Perhaps she'd never bother with others, but with Bucky, with Loki, she often feels like she can't get enough of them.
Dangerous. It's all so dangerous. She can't let it go.
"God, Bucky," she breathes, panting hard as they move together, her teeth pressed against his neck. She can smell him, feel him, she's wrapped up in him completely and she's so close.