sorry it kind of sucks by a lot. x.x;
He was being gentle with her, it seemed, and Princess appreciated the kindness behind such actions. What could possibly be wrong with what they were doing, and men in general? Tokyo must have had just one bad experience, and Princess was not pleased that her mother had tried to force that view on her as well. Everything that her mother had warned her about was obsolete; the feelings coursing through her body could not possibly be anything bad. Maybe there was no real love in what was happening, but the tenderness that he was showing her was nothing to scoff at.
When he began to move in and out of her, it was like there was nothing else in the world that mattered. There was only the fire stretching between them and the warmth of their pressing bodies. To know that he was feeling the same amazing, incredible things that she was feeling, evident in his sounds and the way he moved his obdy against hers, was satisfying. She had never done this before, had never known how to do this and to make it better for her partner. Princess was glad that he was feeling as amazing as she was, and that she was the cause of it. It held an air of importance, she supposed, and she liked to feel important.
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