❪ a comment like that makes his cock practically throb within her, lids slipping to that blissful black behind them for a moment as jaw tightens, fingers at her scalp scraping slightly to get a better hold. as much as he enjoys the sight of her being fucked up against that wall, he wants her to feel every impact of his thrusts, wants her to take every bit of what attention he has to give. ❫
Fuck. —bet you are.
❪ remind him later to test out that theory, please.
that hungering within him decides he just isn't being fed quite enough. he makes to the front of her dress, finding the miniature buttons and giving a harsh tug to leave them toppling to the floor amiss beneath them, causing the fabric to rip slightly so he can get a better view of the plentiful breasts she's got hidden beneath that dress. he should probably hold some iota of concern for the fact that they've gotta walk out of there at some point, but he's determined not to let her do so without looking completely spent. he's an admirer, after all, and she's got a lot to her he'd like to soak in. he groans at the way her milky flesh jostles in the boastful clasp of her bra, exhale stuttering free as the grip beneath her thigh shifts to her hip.
a slight bend of his knees and he's able to bounce her, her body weight effective in making each slap of their hips all the rougher as he meets her figure hit for hit, again and again, veins alight with fire. ❫
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Fuck. —bet you are.
❪ remind him later to test out that theory, please.
that hungering within him decides he just isn't being fed quite enough. he makes to the front of her dress, finding the miniature buttons and giving a harsh tug to leave them toppling to the floor amiss beneath them, causing the fabric to rip slightly so he can get a better view of the plentiful breasts she's got hidden beneath that dress. he should probably hold some iota of concern for the fact that they've gotta walk out of there at some point, but he's determined not to let her do so without looking completely spent. he's an admirer, after all, and she's got a lot to her he'd like to soak in. he groans at the way her milky flesh jostles in the boastful clasp of her bra, exhale stuttering free as the grip beneath her thigh shifts to her hip.
a slight bend of his knees and he's able to bounce her, her body weight effective in making each slap of their hips all the rougher as he meets her figure hit for hit, again and again, veins alight with fire. ❫