[her hips move in an agonizing way, he could say that she's torturing him. nothing else exists with her here riding him like this. her pearly white skin is blotchy with heat, blossoming up in her cheeks and chest in the most beautiful way. he can't take his eyes off her or her gaze, as fierce as it is, an almost unnerving connection between them as she works her hips on top of him.
noises that make him blush make his cock ache. skin wet and sticky, he has to look at least once, see himself disappearing inside of her, how her cunt swallows and clenches around him. lower lip gets bitten, split between his teeth when she gives him permission. it can't be helped even if it feels too soon - he's never experienced this before. he hopes that she'll forgive him.]
Nat — [hitched around a whine when she kisses him, trembling into a groan.] fuck —
[breathing ragged, harsh, like there isn't enough air, stomach muscles tensing when he cums. his fingers dig into her hip, head knocking back against the forest floor with a broken moan because it feels so undeniably, absolutely good. his cock pulses inside of her, each spurt filling her up, and he tries to look at her, he does, but now he's finally getting why people don't wear condoms. there's nothing to compare how her flesh takes him, how his cum surrounds his cock and how warm and welcoming her cunt is.
looking up at her, he feels frenzied. pupils blown and mouth parted, chest heaving with each breath. he's more sated, the pain in his gut subsiding, but she isn't and his body knows it. he doesn't know how he's still hard, only that he is for her. stupid words, oh my god, that feels amazing threaten to spill.]
I want — [the demand sounds strange on his tongue, more of a needy request.] you to —
[hands cupping her face, their foreheads nearly touching, making her look at him as he thrusts into her. she has to cum, if she doesn't - the thought makes him squirm. a wrongness, like he hasn't done his job here.]
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noises that make him blush make his cock ache. skin wet and sticky, he has to look at least once, see himself disappearing inside of her, how her cunt swallows and clenches around him. lower lip gets bitten, split between his teeth when she gives him permission. it can't be helped even if it feels too soon - he's never experienced this before. he hopes that she'll forgive him.]
Nat — [hitched around a whine when she kisses him, trembling into a groan.] fuck —
[breathing ragged, harsh, like there isn't enough air, stomach muscles tensing when he cums. his fingers dig into her hip, head knocking back against the forest floor with a broken moan because it feels so undeniably, absolutely good. his cock pulses inside of her, each spurt filling her up, and he tries to look at her, he does, but now he's finally getting why people don't wear condoms. there's nothing to compare how her flesh takes him, how his cum surrounds his cock and how warm and welcoming her cunt is.
looking up at her, he feels frenzied. pupils blown and mouth parted, chest heaving with each breath. he's more sated, the pain in his gut subsiding, but she isn't and his body knows it. he doesn't know how he's still hard, only that he is for her. stupid words, oh my god, that feels amazing threaten to spill.]
I want — [the demand sounds strange on his tongue, more of a needy request.] you to —
[hands cupping her face, their foreheads nearly touching, making her look at him as he thrusts into her. she has to cum, if she doesn't - the thought makes him squirm. a wrongness, like he hasn't done his job here.]