[Ahh, she may be taking it slow, but his nerves are on fire, a conflagration growing with each lift and descent. How could he have lived without her for more than a few days at a time? He's such a fool, truly, and his own grip tightens around her for a moment, before clumsily slipping both hands between them—even if it's a tight squeeze—to fondle her breasts.]
Slowly is torture, my love. [Not a complaint. He can feel her getting wetter and wetter, and he can only imagine how his cock twitches with nearly every upstroke now. No, he doesn't need to imagine it. It is.]
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[Ahh, she may be taking it slow, but his nerves are on fire, a conflagration growing with each lift and descent. How could he have lived without her for more than a few days at a time? He's such a fool, truly, and his own grip tightens around her for a moment, before clumsily slipping both hands between them—even if it's a tight squeeze—to fondle her breasts.]
Slowly is torture, my love. [Not a complaint. He can feel her getting wetter and wetter, and he can only imagine how his cock twitches with nearly every upstroke now. No, he doesn't need to imagine it. It is.]