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Caitlyn dug her nails into Vi's back, trying not to be too loud as he thrusted deeper inside her.
She leaned in for a kiss, her tongue savouring all of Vi's as she felt the pressure built up inside her finally.
Vi pulled back. Caitlyn admired his stomach, covered in white smears as proof of their passion.
"I'm never going to get over that face you make at my abs cupcake," Vi teased.
Caitlyn giggled. "Yeah right, like you still don't stare at my tits every time."
The two laughed as they flopped back into bed together, arm in arm.