[ at one point she's got her face pressed against the sheets, cries stifled there, but it's glorious, the whole thing, feeling him pound deep into her without stopping, without letting up; it keeps her plateauing on her own climax as he takes steps to reach his own at the end, and she savors the sound of his deep grunts in tandem with the sharp, repetitive smack of their bodies, loving the noises that he produces as he's fucking her. ]
Yeah, do it, do it — [ she breaks off with a breathless laugh when she feels the pulse of his dick from the inside, that firm throbbing that signals he's painting the walls of her cunt with his come. she wonders if it's enough to leak out of her now, if he's filled her to brimming over, but they're still joined as he slumps over her, and she realizes she's a sweaty mess anyway, hair stuck to her cheeks and her thighs wet with the results of her own release. ]
Mmmm, yeah. [ she moans it quietly, deliriously, breath hitching as he drops his mouth to the curve of her spine; now she feels like she's on sensory overload, nerve endings working overtime, and every shift and press of him against her, inside her produces more weak sounds from her throat. ]
Call me crazy — [ and yes, she understands the joke she's making there, considering her history. ] — but it kinda seems like we keep gettin' better and better at that.
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Yeah, do it, do it — [ she breaks off with a breathless laugh when she feels the pulse of his dick from the inside, that firm throbbing that signals he's painting the walls of her cunt with his come. she wonders if it's enough to leak out of her now, if he's filled her to brimming over, but they're still joined as he slumps over her, and she realizes she's a sweaty mess anyway, hair stuck to her cheeks and her thighs wet with the results of her own release. ]
Mmmm, yeah. [ she moans it quietly, deliriously, breath hitching as he drops his mouth to the curve of her spine; now she feels like she's on sensory overload, nerve endings working overtime, and every shift and press of him against her, inside her produces more weak sounds from her throat. ]
Call me crazy — [ and yes, she understands the joke she's making there, considering her history. ] — but it kinda seems like we keep gettin' better and better at that.