The thought is fleeting before Sansa realizes how full she feels and how good it feels to have something thicker than his fingers to clamp around. It is a little strange, having someone fitted inside her, but she isn't afraid of it and not afraid of Daemon. Not one bit. She runs her fingers through his hair while he kisses her breasts and sighs his name softly.
"Oh, Daemon." Another breath and she experiments with moving her own hips under him, whimpering at how good it feels. "Daemon, teach me how."
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The thought is fleeting before Sansa realizes how full she feels and how good it feels to have something thicker than his fingers to clamp around. It is a little strange, having someone fitted inside her, but she isn't afraid of it and not afraid of Daemon. Not one bit. She runs her fingers through his hair while he kisses her breasts and sighs his name softly.
"Oh, Daemon." Another breath and she experiments with moving her own hips under him, whimpering at how good it feels. "Daemon, teach me how."