Margaery was still tender and tingly from the attention and thrusts that Hannibal administered. Each thrust brought her closer to climax even so soon after her first. Margaery bit down on his shoulder as the pleasure pooling in her core began to overwhelm her.
A few more thrusts, and she would unravel all over him again.
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A few more thrusts, and she would unravel all over him again.