<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">She was pulled higher no longer holding herself up on her hands, sitting near his thigh and the length that she could only assume was his member, it was bigger than she'd ever thought it was. Not that she thought of one often.  She gasped at his touch on her skin, her entire still sensitive from her latest orgasm and sensitivity of her hard nipples as his fingers danced over her breast cupping it in his palm mixing it with pain that began to turn into its own form of pleasure making her moan out as she looked up at him. She found herself watching him as he touched her, she was realizing just how much  she'd been missing in her solitude of training and fighting.<br/>
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She blushed at his words as she looked at her body, it didn't last long before she gasped and moaned feeling another wave of pleasure run through her coming from her breasts and sliding all over her.  Another gasp, turned into a purred squeak as each weave of pleasure slid over her endlessly sensitive body. Her breathing was laboured her eyes locking on his with submission and acceptance to giving into his desires. </span></span>