[He smiles, really smiles when she pleads for him. The smile slips when he repositions himself to press inside in earnest, surprised when there is virtually no resistance. He breathes out heavy, slipping in his efforts to rub at that sensitive area where he'd been guided to.
Driven by pure instinct, he keeps pressing until the closeness of their hips forces him to put a knee on the low bed and shift the angle at which he enters her. It's awkward for him, and he has to guide her leg to hold at his hip, but before long he is back to rubbing near her clit and driving his cock straight downward. They are slow thrusts and their skin slapping with an echo each time he moves.
Sweat starts to bead on his forehead immediately, but he moves with a focus she will no doubt find familiar, singular in its drive and unrelenting.]
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Driven by pure instinct, he keeps pressing until the closeness of their hips forces him to put a knee on the low bed and shift the angle at which he enters her. It's awkward for him, and he has to guide her leg to hold at his hip, but before long he is back to rubbing near her clit and driving his cock straight downward. They are slow thrusts and their skin slapping with an echo each time he moves.
Sweat starts to bead on his forehead immediately, but he moves with a focus she will no doubt find familiar, singular in its drive and unrelenting.]