[Her teeth press against her lip as he makes her gasp yet again. There's no hurrying in this, no need to beg or press for more yet. She's enjoying the slow attention he's giving her, but she has to cover up her face with her hands as he makes her laugh.]
Well, when I'm not your milagrita I'm your diablita.
[Hands drop away, and she sighs as she shifts against his hand. There's a simmering pleasure building within her, and she's loving drawing it out.]
It makes sense that I'd be down in hell eventual -
[Her words are cut off by a sharp gasp, and she squirms against his touch.]
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Well, when I'm not your milagrita I'm your diablita.
[Hands drop away, and she sighs as she shifts against his hand. There's a simmering pleasure building within her, and she's loving drawing it out.]
It makes sense that I'd be down in hell eventual -
[Her words are cut off by a sharp gasp, and she squirms against his touch.]
- ly!