I know, [ he smiles into the curl of her neck, kisses dusting light and sweet in contrast to the occasional rasp of a tusk, ] I just like drawing it out with you, making you moan.
[ Fjord takes pity on both of them by reclining a little into the huge heap of cushions, just enough to brace his shoulders and heels to get the momentum required to fuck her the way she wants, ridges rippling against hot walls and a thick cockhead rubbing deep inside, over and over to the obscene slap of their bodies. It's perfect, the way he fits and how she takes him, he trusts every scrape down his chest to let him know if he's giving her too much too fast or not enough.
He groans and tips his head back, suffused with pleasure as he relaxes and drags her along with a fistful of hair for a crushing kiss. ]
I wonder ... how many times can I make you come tonight?
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[ Fjord takes pity on both of them by reclining a little into the huge heap of cushions, just enough to brace his shoulders and heels to get the momentum required to fuck her the way she wants, ridges rippling against hot walls and a thick cockhead rubbing deep inside, over and over to the obscene slap of their bodies. It's perfect, the way he fits and how she takes him, he trusts every scrape down his chest to let him know if he's giving her too much too fast or not enough.
He groans and tips his head back, suffused with pleasure as he relaxes and drags her along with a fistful of hair for a crushing kiss. ]
I wonder ... how many times can I make you come tonight?