She's My Collar (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She squeezed her thighs tight around his head and gripped his hair, rocking her hips slow but hard.
 
She was losing her mind, releasing his head so he could breathe, covering her mouth with both hands. How satisfying, from a frigid bitch to a mewling puddle in seconds.
 
She pulled her hands away. “O-Orin, I’m..!” Was what she managed before she clamped them both over her mouth again.
 
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