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"I hate you."

Underneath her, Kira sobs as Sasha tightens the grip she has on her wrists keeping them pinned to the bed. Her thighs spasm around Sasha's waist as she pushes the last few centimetres of the strap back in.

"You can do it."

"No, no please."

Listening to Kira begging her to cum feels just as good.

"Yes you can. You're so close," Sasha soothes as she rolls her hips against Kira.

She falls back into the same demanding rhythm that had made Kira try and break the rules. Her hips burn with the effort of fucking her fast and deep. But Sasha is rewarded with a moan that's almost loud enough to drown out the wet sound of Kira's needy cunt being filled. Stoking the heat that's been building between her own legs, becoming harder and harder to ignore as Kira writhes against her.

"Fuck you," Kira spits.

But she doesn't try to break the hold on her wrists either, so Sasha rewards her with a kiss. The new angle must be good because her wrists flex threateningly under Sasha's hold and Kira almost bites her tongue off as she arches up trying to meet Sasha's next trust.

"Good girl," Sasha pants into the kiss.

Kira just whines against her lips in response, punctuated by the sharp slap of Sasha's hips against her ass.

"Are you going to cum?"

It's not even a question really. Sasha can see how Kira's hips are shift unconsciously, trying to take her in even deeper. And Sasha rewards her for it. Sliding her free hand off of Kira's knee and down the length of her thigh, settling on the solid curve of her hip. The new hold giving her leverage to pull Kira down to meet the next thrust of her hips.

"Please, please. Sasha I can't-"

"Yes you can."

Every line in Kira's body is tensed, trying to fight against the inevitable.

"Cum for me."

Kira breaks Sasha's hold on her wrists to grip her hand, tangling their fingers together as her ankles lock behind Sasha's back. Her back bows until she's curled in on herself, Sasha's hand and hips the only points keeping Kira grounded as she shakes apart underneath her.

"That's it," she grinds against Kira, fucking her through her orgasm, "So good for me."

Kira lets out a whine when Sasha finally pulls out, but she's too fucked out to stop her. When Sasha finally gets the harness off, one handed because Kira refuses to let go of Sasha's hand, and she rolls between Sasha's thighs she manages a few kitten licks along the wet seam of her pussy before she pillows her head on Sasha's hips content with her front row seat to Sasha fingering herself.