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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">To say that Talia felt pleasure was an understatement. It was almost pure euphoria. To feel the way he gained pleasure from being nestled inside of her slick hole, it was more than she could handle. Especially as his grip loosened from her throat and dared to thrust upward; Talia was almost ready to tell him she wanted to pleasure him, she needed to pleasure and serve him. The sudden wave of immense pleasure washed over like a tidal wave; he hit places in her that she didn't think existed. Confusion rippled over her features as she felt his hands slip under her arms and prevent her movements. In a moment, he raised her up off of him, and then it finally clicked when he positioned them; her bent over with a firm slap to her lower back that caused her to give him the angle he desired. He wanted more, even if she'd tried, it hadn't been enough... Yet.<br/>
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With her resting against the floor, she knew she'd be incredibly tight. Especially with his form resting on the outside, keeping her in the exact position for what he so craved. The water caressing her skin felt amazing, especially against the cool tiles and feeling Ben's mix of flesh and metal pinning her in place. The fact that his hand remained on her throat was a comfort; he knew it was a place he could command her obedience, their past was testament to that. But it made her feel safe, he was still under his control, and she knew he wouldn't push her past what she could handle. Talia could handle a lot, and Ben knew that.<br/>
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Feeling the hard, unyielding flesh begin to press between her cheeks caused her to clench ever so slightly. She knew what was coming, but it didn't stop the pain when he finally did begin to press into her tight little hole. Coarse breaths escaped her, and moans began to erupt the moment her body began to adjust to him, the pain curdling with pleasure in the most beautiful way. Cries of pain mixed with breathless moans tore from the woman, feeling the power of him above her, forcing into her body with the way he tried to silence her somewhat was almost too good to ignore. The pleasure was welling up to a point where she could feel herself lost in a haze. Her form panted slightly as he almost managed to slip every inch down into her. It was only when he began to retreat that she felt relief of her body stretching to his size. Cries of pain tore through the room as he suddenly forced his way into her, his pace unyielding. Whimpers and cries poured from her as she reached out to grip along the tiles with the softness of her fingers. Her other hand gripped the one along her throat, seeking closeness.<br/>
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The blonde's cries soon began to curdle with moans; they were almost one of the same as her moans grew into vicious cries of pleasure. Her knees began to feel weak with her minor arch. With his powerful, fierce thrusts, it was hard to keep her position. Yet, for him, she tried her level best. When her tight hole was adjusting enough for his thrusts to be easier, the female timed herself and started to thrust back when he slammed into her; it forced him into her faster, and it felt deeper if it was even possible. Talia was edging closer to her orgasm building, and she wanted to encourage it. Of course, it was up to Ben if she would be allowed, but the little minx hoped that if she gave him a show, he would be happy to watch and feel her hit her climax. Most likely just one of many that night.<br/>
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The hand that had been out over the tiles drifted back to slip between her legs, well in his vision as she began to sink her index and middle finger into her tight, slick folds. Her breathing grew coarse and sporadic as she began to thrust her fingers in unison with him, no doubt he'd feel the small pressure inside of her that would've rubbed against him slightly. Her thumb began to massage over the swollen nub of flesh, causing her to cry and whimper like she had many years ago, before all of this was even developing. Ben would be able to feel the rush of pleasure she felt, and she intended for him to. The waves of heat pooling in her abdomen, the tingle of need. "Mmmm... fuck," she managed to speak as her body began to shudder with pleasure; but it wasn't even the glimpse of her climax; oh no. He just felt so incredible with her. "More, master, please," Her voice took a softer note, tender almost. Begging. Pleading. </span>