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mommy psylocke loses herself in pleasure

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Psylocke greets him with a slow, teasing smile, guiding his length into her warm hand as her fingers trace each ridge with delicate precision. Her touch is light at first, a promise of what’s to come, before she tightens around him just enough to draw a low, shuddered breath. “Does mommy make you feel good?” she murmurs, her voice soft and breathy, sending a thrill through them both. With a graceful shift, she rises atop him into cowgirl, her hips rolling in a gentle arc that blends control and surrender. Her hands press into his chest for balance as she finds the perfect rhythm, each subtle grind awakening a deeper, more urgent pulse between them. A playful giggle slips past her lips, “I’m in control now,” she teases, even though the heat growing inside her hints that she’s losing herself in the pleasure. She pivots seamlessly into reverse cowgirl, her pace quickening as her moans grow more insistent, each breath catching like a secret confession. Dark strands of hair fall forward, brushing her cheeks as she leans back into him, and she bites her lip, tasting her own need. “That feels so good,” she whispers, every word punctuated by the slick slide of skin against skin. He eases her onto all fours for doggy, his strong hands guiding her hips as she meets him with soft whimpers of anticipation. Her back arches beautifully, her chest pressed into the bed, and she clutches the sheets as his thrusts become a steady, commanding cadence that leaves her breathless and trembling. At the apex of their shared urgency, he pulls free and with a slow, deliberate motion, releases across her lower back and hips, each drop a final, intimate claim. Psylocke’s body shudders in the aftermath, her skin tingling where he’s marked her, and she exhales a long, satisfied sigh, cheek flushed and eyes half-closed. In every moment, she began with the power to lead, only to discover that true ecstasy lies in letting go.