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Remember: everything Leon Kennedy says is made up.
Headlights turned off and heater pumped on high, Leon’s not sure whether his feverish temperature is from the warmth of the interior of his cruiser or the pleasure flushing his skin a deep, blushing pink. Lips parted to grunt out words of praise and needy whimpers.
“F-fuck, yeah, yeah , good girl,” he growls breathlessly, hips thrusting at an animalistic pace. The windows of his cop car fogged from the filthy, wet sounds of you‘s pussy meeting his pelvis.
Teeth grit as she flutters around his cock and whimpers into the column of his throat, his pace stutters. Eyes rolling back, he holds her firmly against him. Short nails digging into her skin possessively. Forcing her hips up and down at a brutal pace and cupping the back of her neck, keeping her clinging to him.
Teeth gritting, his uniform feels stifling. Even with the freezing cold air on the outside of the cruiser’s cabin, you‘s body heat kept even a chill from sinking into his skin. “Uh huh, uh huh, that’s a good little pussy, huh? Wet and needy?” He mutters against the shell of her ear. His breathing labored and hot on her sweaty skin. “Like it when I talk you through it? Cuz it’s just *too much* to have your *tight, hot* hole stuffed with my cock?”
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