[Jester doesn't even question the possessive as it slips out of her mouth, caught up in the onslaught of sensation and closeness and the irresistible draw of Synchrony. Her Sapphire makes it so easy to just let go, to let her desire flow over like water running over the edges of a vessel. And there's Liem, his eagerness and the greedy way his hands map over her skin, his mouth wet and sweet on her nipple, he's been so good to her that he deserves everything she can give him.
Her hands don't stay still, fingers tracing down the furrow of his spine, her nails raking his skin lightly on their way back up to wander over his shoulders. Each meeting of their hips pulls eager, encouraging sounds from Jester's mouth. Sometimes wordless, sometimes a breathless yes, there!, always sweet and sincere and eager as he fills her so well.]
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Her hands don't stay still, fingers tracing down the furrow of his spine, her nails raking his skin lightly on their way back up to wander over his shoulders. Each meeting of their hips pulls eager, encouraging sounds from Jester's mouth. Sometimes wordless, sometimes a breathless yes, there!, always sweet and sincere and eager as he fills her so well.]