She might have appeared uncertain and anxious before but she seems to be finding her footing now, and it's incredible. He likes the feel of her weight on top of him and her mouth against his skin. When she bites him his breath catches and he can't stop himself from twisting his beneath her because at this point he's so hard it's becoming painful. He's breathless and flushed and when he feels her hand around his cock he moans, startled.
How does she feel so good. It's just her hand, isn't it? But no, it's more than that, she's rubbing him against other parts of herself.
He wonders if it's possible for his brain to short circuit because he sort of feels like that's what's happening.
At her question his breath stutters and he can't find his voice immediately, and when he does it's raw.]
Your thighs...
[It's literally just the first thing that comes to mind and it's mostly because he likes her legs. He realizes after he says it that it doesn't necessarily make sense, it doesn't really feel like her thigh if he thinks about it. But how is he supposed to think right now, honestly? He moans again, overwhelmed.]
Or...I don't know...you feel so good.
[He's just rambling now, and trying desperately to keep his eyes closed.]
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She might have appeared uncertain and anxious before but she seems to be finding her footing now, and it's incredible. He likes the feel of her weight on top of him and her mouth against his skin. When she bites him his breath catches and he can't stop himself from twisting his beneath her because at this point he's so hard it's becoming painful. He's breathless and flushed and when he feels her hand around his cock he moans, startled.
How does she feel so good. It's just her hand, isn't it? But no, it's more than that, she's rubbing him against other parts of herself.
He wonders if it's possible for his brain to short circuit because he sort of feels like that's what's happening.
At her question his breath stutters and he can't find his voice immediately, and when he does it's raw.]
Your thighs...
[It's literally just the first thing that comes to mind and it's mostly because he likes her legs. He realizes after he says it that it doesn't necessarily make sense, it doesn't really feel like her thigh if he thinks about it. But how is he supposed to think right now, honestly? He moans again, overwhelmed.]
Or...I don't know...you feel so good.
[He's just rambling now, and trying desperately to keep his eyes closed.]