[ She has to wonder how she lived before, never hearing her name said the way he does now, desperate and panting and straining to hold on. Like she is the beginning and end of everything.
Her lips drag away from his and she starts to rock her hips more than thrust once he braces her to help with the thrusting. Instead she grinds, shifting the angle he hits inside of her at, stirring his cock within the tight channel of her cunt. And oh, she shudders as his cockhead presses up at just the right point, but it won't last. He won't last, and she knows it.
She almost regrets it. Aches for more of this, to never lose this feeling of him hard and thick and filling her, but — If he comes, it only means he can devote himself entirely to bringing her over the edge after, without the distraction of his own throbbing arousal. So she cannot be truly sorry for it. ]
Inside. [ She says this urgently. ] Do it, Ben. Come for me. I want to feel it.
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Her lips drag away from his and she starts to rock her hips more than thrust once he braces her to help with the thrusting. Instead she grinds, shifting the angle he hits inside of her at, stirring his cock within the tight channel of her cunt. And oh, she shudders as his cockhead presses up at just the right point, but it won't last. He won't last, and she knows it.
She almost regrets it. Aches for more of this, to never lose this feeling of him hard and thick and filling her, but — If he comes, it only means he can devote himself entirely to bringing her over the edge after, without the distraction of his own throbbing arousal. So she cannot be truly sorry for it. ]
Inside. [ She says this urgently. ] Do it, Ben. Come for me. I want to feel it.