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So different from Loren's normally calm and collected exterior, the man hovering above the midwife was breathless with need, his eyes lazily hooded with desire. Though one might have expected the Loren-facade to simply thrust himself in at that point, instead he ran a thumb across Phoebe's cheek, softly cupping her face for a moment with lips poised just above her own. "I have wanted to hear you say that for so long—" He whispered against her, tongue parting her lips to tangle sweetly against her own as his other hand moved down her body. Curling around her lower back to grab somewhat possessively against her hip, the gentleness of his kiss changed as teeth tugged insistently at her lower lip. It was at this point Frey, the one in the real world, guided the hand with the dildo down between Phoebe's legs, inserting the head of it between the cleft of her lips. Whether the lubrication was from the toy or Phoebe was hard to say and hardly mattered. In the fantasy, Loren moaned and rocked his hips gently forward, entering her a teasing amount. The hand on her cheek curled into her hair as he gave a breathless groan of restraint, teeth coming together as he growled desperately down at her. "I want you now," He said in a voice husky and rough with desire as his hips scooped forward, his cock smoothly entering her as the hand on her hip pulled her towards him. The dildo would morph and change, fitting precisely to the contours of Phoebe's body but also to the girth and length best suited for this particular fantasy. Frey