[Even as inexperienced as they were, Marisa could tell when Patchouli was reaching her limit. And it made the witch want to give her that pleasure all the more. She curled her fingers and shifted her thumb so it would brush against that sensitive spot with each thrust.]
You're everything to me. I wanna hear you, feel you come... Cry out for me, love.
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You're everything to me. I wanna hear you, feel you come... Cry out for me, love.