Mari couldn't help but to lose herself a little. It just felt so good. She had really never imagined something she had neglected for so long could feel so good. With her hands firmly placed on his Chest, Mari took a deep breath. Her eyes closed for a moment. Damn, this is good, she thought to herself with a deep breath. Yes, it had hurt a little, but she was pretty sure the pain would go away soon. With a nod, Mari agreed to tell Dumas if things didn't start feeling better soon.<br/><br/>There was no need for it, though. In just a few minutes, Mari seemed to feel more comfortable, and a little more confident. At each time she felt her body being lowered again, her voice came out in a soft moan. For a while, Shadow Mari even forgot about why she was doing that. It simply felt right. When Dumas said she was tighter than an angel's ass, Mari chuckled softly and scratched his chest. "How... would you... oh, my God." Mari trembled softly and took a deep breath, forgetting what she was about to say.<br/><br/>It took her a few more minutes to feel confident enough to lead the pace herself. And some time to find the ideal pace for both of them, but as soon as she did, Mari seemed to love those moments even more.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Enjoy it, big boy, 'cause your happiness won't last long.</span></span>"Jesus... this is so... fucking... good!", she let out. It was probably funny to see sweet little Mari using this kind of language - not even Shadow Mari was a fan of it. But certain moments did ask for it. "You're gonna kill me, darling..." Her sentence was interruped again when she could barely breath.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Damn, this feels too good to be true.</span></span>