Ffff-uck. [She's eloquent when aroused, bratty and boyish around the edges and utterly unrefined when she's really going at it. It's never been a thing that's gotten in her way, she's no delicate or fragile flower; she's all nails and groans, hard thrusts and grinds and a squeeze of his sides when he fingers her clit.]
I love you and - yeah I love that too... [She lets her head loll backwards, eyes closing.]