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The look on Echo's face said it all. He had died and gone to paradise in his mind. Amy didn't care if he was enjoying himself or not, just working on granting her own pleasure as she moved. Echo lurched up, curling around her, beginning to thrust himself. Amy's legs held herself close as she pushed on his shoulders, holding him at a distance. His inexperience was clear to feel, but it was easy enough for Amy to move around, making corrections so that he hit her sweet spot.
Eyes partly closed Amy dug her claws into his body, helping him find a decent rhythm. It might not be the most pleasing to him, rough and steady, forced to move along a path she chose, but it was the most pleasing for her, and that was what mattered in this situation. Only she held merit, only she decided whether one lived or died. Her eyes opened again and she leaned forward, biting his nose.
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