[It happens quickly, a surge of strength, aided by magic. (It's not cheating. It's just using her resources wisely.) She flips the both of them over to pin his back to the mattress, her long legs straddling his hips with graceful ease. Reaching for his wrists, she holds them both above his head as she grins wickedly down at him.]
I don't know if you can handle what I've got. [She presses her hips down, rocking against him to prove a point. But he's still got those pesky jeans on, so it's likely more of a tease than anything else.]
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I don't know if you can handle what I've got. [She presses her hips down, rocking against him to prove a point. But he's still got those pesky jeans on, so it's likely more of a tease than anything else.]