He always moves her so easily, like she weighs nothing in his broad hands. She whines when they change positions, as if even the thought of separating their bodies is more than she can bear. She lets him mold her as he likes before she wraps her arms around his neck. Desperate for more contact between their bodies. She's half out of her mind and she doesn't care. Sighing foolishness into the thin space between them. Things she'd never give full voice to otherwise. Pleas and promises, giving herself to him. In this moment, all she wants is to be completely his, to know no other sensation than this, pinned under him, nailed to the mattress by every deep stroke of his cock.

She'll no doubt be embarrassed when the effects wear off, but in this moment she's utterly careless with her words. All that matters is that he keeps fucking her, holding her, leaving the marks of his fingers and his teeth all over her body.