Rogue's Juicy Ass Gets Pounded by Gambit

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Support: https://www.patreon.com/imena3d For the first time, there’s no hesitation. No gloves, no distance, no fear of what might happen if she stays too long. Rogue lets herself sink into the feeling she’s denied for so long, every sensation hitting deeper because it’s real. Gambit’s hands stay steady on her, like he’s afraid this moment might disappear if he moves too fast. She exhales shakily, body relaxing inch by inch as warmth spreads through her, the kind that makes her knees weak and her thoughts go fuzzy. Soft sounds slip from her without meaning to, little breaths and needy murmurs, “mmh…” and “ah…” echoing between them. It’s messy, slow, and overwhelming in the best way. The tension keeps winding tighter the longer they stay connected, like neither of them wants to be the first to admit how badly they’ve needed this. Every movement pulls another soft sound from her, another quiet reaction that says everything she’s never been able to out loud. This isn’t rushed. This is years of restraint finally snapping, and neither of them is letting go anytime soon.