[Desire quickly turns into need as they kiss. His voice has sparked a heat at her core that aches to be filled, but she doesn't have long to wait before he claims her thoroughly. Wanda cries out with him, uncaring of who might hear, and wraps herself around him as they both adjust.
The first entrance is always intense for her too, and no two times are quite the same. This time she's left drifting in a blissful haze of his love, only really aware of their bodies and a dim need to keep stroking the back of his head and shoulders. Is he trying to remember to breathe? Is she? It's never clear anymore now that the last barriers in their minds have fallen away.
Then he moves and she cries out again. It quickly becomes clear that Wanda won't be able to stay entirely quiet this time. Each thrust earns some sound of pleasure: sometimes a soft moan, sometimes a louder cry, sometimes just a desperate whisper of his name like it's a prayer.]
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The first entrance is always intense for her too, and no two times are quite the same. This time she's left drifting in a blissful haze of his love, only really aware of their bodies and a dim need to keep stroking the back of his head and shoulders. Is he trying to remember to breathe? Is she? It's never clear anymore now that the last barriers in their minds have fallen away.
Then he moves and she cries out again. It quickly becomes clear that Wanda won't be able to stay entirely quiet this time. Each thrust earns some sound of pleasure: sometimes a soft moan, sometimes a louder cry, sometimes just a desperate whisper of his name like it's a prayer.]
Vizh...my Vision...ah!
[It's too much; she has to kiss him.]