[ It's an accent he's only passing familiar with, the unique Gotham rise and fall, not quite a Brooklyn twang but near to it, but he's already sure he likes it, especially when she's caught up in the throes of something passionate, enough to lose control a little and have it come spilling out as chaotic and unashamedly unrefined as she is.
He follows her touch with a twitch of his hips and a groan, unable to stop himself when she's touching him like that, a promise and the edge of what he needs. He doesn't need to be reminded to trust her, though, ready to be vulnerable and spread out for her. ]
No -- ah -- no problem. [ He grunts and grates the words out as she wraps her mouth around the head of his cock, now having to make an effort to stay still and not buck up into her, the sleepy heat of his morning erection already skidding him close to the edge. He reaches out to set his left hand carefully on her head, blunt fingertips stroking through her hair, petting her rhythmically as she works on him. ]
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He follows her touch with a twitch of his hips and a groan, unable to stop himself when she's touching him like that, a promise and the edge of what he needs. He doesn't need to be reminded to trust her, though, ready to be vulnerable and spread out for her. ]
No -- ah -- no problem. [ He grunts and grates the words out as she wraps her mouth around the head of his cock, now having to make an effort to stay still and not buck up into her, the sleepy heat of his morning erection already skidding him close to the edge. He reaches out to set his left hand carefully on her head, blunt fingertips stroking through her hair, petting her rhythmically as she works on him. ]