[ The sentiment behind his fuck is echoed in the way she grunts as he moves, grip on his shoulder tightening as she works at keeping herself up and not distracting him too much because what he's doing now she's pretty invested in, seriously, she wants those pants down. They need to come down, and she mutters come on against the skin of his neck and then oh god, yes, good, she's shifting herself as quickly as he's working at it and a moment later she's sliding down onto him, as impatient as him. ] Tony. [ Gasped out as she twists her hips against his as much as she's able to. She just really needs the movement, right now, movement of any kind. ]
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