[ Fortunately she's not really in a place right now to give a French lesson... Although the indignity of being tackled to the floor might have gone someway towards shaking out of her haze of need. Or perhaps it wouldn't in the slightest. It's hard to think straight, nothing else seems to matter but being mated, letting him take her. It doesn't matter that they just met and they haven't even told one another their names. Mitsuru finds herself uncaring about any of that.
At least he's being gentle, this stranger she's about to let fuck her, though in her current mindset she wouldn't mind rough either. Some part of her still wants to be held, to be kissed like he's doing... she can't entirely put that down to just being a needy omega. Her back hits the softness of the grass beneath her, that ridiculously short tennis skirt already riding up as she closes her thighs around his waist, practically directing him exactly where she wants him to go. She can feel herself pressed against the hardness between his legs, beneath those shorts and it makes her groan in a shameless needy fashion into their kiss, her arms wrapping his neck and her tongue brushing past his lips to gently caress his invitingly. ]
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[ Fortunately she's not really in a place right now to give a French lesson... Although the indignity of being tackled to the floor might have gone someway towards shaking out of her haze of need. Or perhaps it wouldn't in the slightest. It's hard to think straight, nothing else seems to matter but being mated, letting him take her. It doesn't matter that they just met and they haven't even told one another their names. Mitsuru finds herself uncaring about any of that.
At least he's being gentle, this stranger she's about to let fuck her, though in her current mindset she wouldn't mind rough either. Some part of her still wants to be held, to be kissed like he's doing... she can't entirely put that down to just being a needy omega. Her back hits the softness of the grass beneath her, that ridiculously short tennis skirt already riding up as she closes her thighs around his waist, practically directing him exactly where she wants him to go. She can feel herself pressed against the hardness between his legs, beneath those shorts and it makes her groan in a shameless needy fashion into their kiss, her arms wrapping his neck and her tongue brushing past his lips to gently caress his invitingly. ]