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yinsukin:
Suerte

Suerte ran her hands along his broad chest as she felt his own strong hands line her back.  A drop of her slid down her thick thighs.  She resisted the urge to squeeze his body, while his plunge inside of her forced her back to arch within his hands.  She moaned as she pressed her chest into his during the movement, her ass pushing into the wall, causing a crack to form from the sheer strength of the impact.

"Oh you like that?" she said, staring intently at him.  "Glad you appreciate it. I keep it tight."

It was a double-edged sword, her walls were fighting back against the impact.  She cried out, this time in pain, as his girth forced its way through her.  Her hands moved from his chest to his face, rubbing his cheek with a delicate touch.

"You are going to be a good partner."

YOLF:
Justice

Justice stared and pondered distantly at the word partner. He'd worked decently together with Nanako, and she'd stood with him despite reason saying otherwise. He was engaging with Suerte in a way that could not be called unattached. But when was the last time he'd had a partner?

The ancient warrior grew still for a moment, inhaling from the feel of Suerte enveloping him. "Mmn. Hold on to me," he rumbled.

He dragged his lower body back and his stomach burned at how she clung to every inch sliding out, until only the head was left there. Much of his armor was still in the way, despite loosened straps letting them push mail and undershirts aside, scraping slightly against her and blocking full contact of their skin, but it just made where they were fully connected more sensitive. Then Justice thrust back in, filling her in a smooth motion. He began to repeat those movements, looking out for when her breathing hitched.

yinsukin:
Suerte

Suerte's eyes shimmered with worry as she looked into his.  Was that too forward? she thought.  Probably shouldn't talk about being partners during sex right?

Oh!  He got bigger.

The feeling of him growing inside of her distracted her for the moment, the pressure filling her with greed.  She grabbed his armor, her biceps and triceps flexing as she tore it off his chest, tearing it to ribbons.  "Make me moan enough and i'll buy you a new one..." she whispered, leaning into his ear.  "AH!"

She was cut off by the sudden thrust, her powerful hands gripping his shoulders hard enough to crush an ordinary man's bones.  "How close?  How close until you explode huh?  I want to know!"

YOLF:
Justice

Part of the straps holding together his torso armor tore, half-undone as they are, and he gritted his teeth, hurrying to undo the remaining one. His hat fell to the ground, joined by most of his stripped mail and his discolored undershirt, next to Suerte's own hat. A few drops of sweat lined his forehead, making strands of his hair cling to it, and his stone-like muscles pressed shamelessly against her chest. Both his hands returned to action now, one coursing over her back, and the other squeezing her athletic ass.

Justice ground against her walls with each thrust, taking her deeply and thoroughly, his coarse voice by her ear. "In a little bit. You're, grrhn, good. But not yet..."

His tone was holding something back, but he playfully licked her ear and caught it between his teeth. The rider wasn't sure how long he could last. It had been a while, but that nonwithstanding, he wasn't going to be done after one round.

yinsukin:
Suerte

Suerte's moans turned into groans as Justice's hands wrapped around her, those rock like biceps wrapping around her and pressing against her shoulders.  She was sweating too, her skin starting to gleam in the dim light.  She pushed her ass out, as if presenting it for him, smiling with satisfaction as the hand that touched it once again failed to grip the entire cheek, instead sinking into her tight but firm rear.

Still, his words concerned her.  In the past, she has forced men to finish before they even get to the gate from the sight of her body alone and this guy is still going?!

"You sexy little bitch!" she said, glaring at him.  Her thick thighs flexed as she attempted to squeeze him until he coughed from lack of air, or until she heard something crack.  "I said all of your passion!"

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