[ If Hana really had enough of her wits about her to think, she might recognize the fact that, at least on a basic level, Dick is responding to her. Her body, more specifically, but still her. That she does have an effect on him, enough that he'd gotten aroused in the first place.
But there's really no room in her mind for any higher plane thought at the moment. All she can think about is how good this feels on a physical level and how bad it feels on an emotional level. The former moreso than the latter.
Because there's just something so raw about how Dick pounds into her again and again that she simply can't not feel surmounting pleasure from; he comes at her with such force and vigor that she finds herself so completely reduced to a mindless heap under him. The air is filled with the sounds of Dick's hips continually colliding with hers, her own gasps and moans, as well as the bed creaking below. She wants so badly to turn her head and look at him, to see whether or not he's as disheveled as she is - but she knows better than that, at least.
So instead she looks forward, hands again clutching at the sheets. Part of her doesn't want to cum. If she does, and Dick finishes - then this ends. And she's afraid to find what's to be on the other end of this encounter. Is she supposed to shamefully put collect her things, get dressed again and then leave? When she does, is she supposed to pretend this never happened? Is she supposed to go on with a heart that's so completely broken yet completely captured by him at the same time?
But she can't help it. Hana feels her body tensing up in culminating pleasure, walls tightening around his cock before she just - falls apart once more. But her release is so much more intense now for having been so thoroughly fucked by him, and she practically screams as she comes. ]
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But there's really no room in her mind for any higher plane thought at the moment. All she can think about is how good this feels on a physical level and how bad it feels on an emotional level. The former moreso than the latter.
Because there's just something so raw about how Dick pounds into her again and again that she simply can't not feel surmounting pleasure from; he comes at her with such force and vigor that she finds herself so completely reduced to a mindless heap under him. The air is filled with the sounds of Dick's hips continually colliding with hers, her own gasps and moans, as well as the bed creaking below. She wants so badly to turn her head and look at him, to see whether or not he's as disheveled as she is - but she knows better than that, at least.
So instead she looks forward, hands again clutching at the sheets. Part of her doesn't want to cum. If she does, and Dick finishes - then this ends. And she's afraid to find what's to be on the other end of this encounter. Is she supposed to shamefully put collect her things, get dressed again and then leave? When she does, is she supposed to pretend this never happened? Is she supposed to go on with a heart that's so completely broken yet completely captured by him at the same time?
But she can't help it. Hana feels her body tensing up in culminating pleasure, walls tightening around his cock before she just - falls apart once more. But her release is so much more intense now for having been so thoroughly fucked by him, and she practically screams as she comes. ]