[ She could do it, so easily — turn him into a mess, shadows working everywhere until Theo can't think anymore, left with nothing but decadence. Cellar has fantasized about it so many times, but some ideas aren't easy to carry out when most people you meet aren't supposed to know what you're capable of, and those that do are as messed up as she is. Theo is … he's normal, loving, and he's accepted everything about her so far. The temptation to keep pushing bit by bit until he says it's too much is there, a little string of darkness that influences her thoughts more often than she probably realizes, and yet she keeps it in place.
This is fun. She likes him, a lot, and she doesn't want to do anything that'll scare him off. Instead of letting her mind wander off, Cellar grounds herself and slows down, biting her lower lip with a moan, lowering her body until she's fully sitting on his lap, tight around his cock, shaky breath in her chest. If it's more he wants, it's what he'll get — she pushes her hips backwards, small and circular movements, trembling every time the pressure hits the perfect spot. The longer this goes on, the more careless she becomes. The shadows tying his wrists are starting to fade, bit by bit. ]
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This is fun. She likes him, a lot, and she doesn't want to do anything that'll scare him off. Instead of letting her mind wander off, Cellar grounds herself and slows down, biting her lower lip with a moan, lowering her body until she's fully sitting on his lap, tight around his cock, shaky breath in her chest. If it's more he wants, it's what he'll get — she pushes her hips backwards, small and circular movements, trembling every time the pressure hits the perfect spot. The longer this goes on, the more careless she becomes. The shadows tying his wrists are starting to fade, bit by bit. ]