❪ he hardly pays any mind to her protest—not with the way it flutters with the next rut of his hips, with how easily she's consumed elsewise as he continues to fuck himself into her, ignoring the ache in his thighs and the groan of his knees. he'll hold her weight there for as long as it takes, and then find another way to take her, if his appetite keeps up like this; and with the sight of her perky breasts toppling out of the baby blue fabric, he's got a feeling it's not subsiding any time soon.
he doesn't mind the grip to his neck and the pinpricks of her nails at his shoulders, even if he'll come to find it's a little more than a typical nail-scratch, and in fact it only fuels him to dig up a little more aggression, grunting shortly as he ducks in to hide his face in the crook of her neck. it doesn't take him long to be deterred by her tits jostling against his chest, mouthing down with the scratch of his scruff to press open-mouthed affections there. a mixture of teeth, tongue, lips, a hungry collision as her tight walls practically milk every dive of his cock.
he's sure she can feel the way he pants against her skin, those little animalistic sounds hidden by an occupied mouth, and maybe it's that devilish little treat that helps him, but he continues to pound into her relentlessly, the smacks and sounds of their skin and bodies hitting practically lewd and filthy—but it all drives him further. she's warm and impossibly soft and he's intent to devour her, teeth leaving behind their own imprints along the swell and valley of her breasts. ❫
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he doesn't mind the grip to his neck and the pinpricks of her nails at his shoulders, even if he'll come to find it's a little more than a typical nail-scratch, and in fact it only fuels him to dig up a little more aggression, grunting shortly as he ducks in to hide his face in the crook of her neck. it doesn't take him long to be deterred by her tits jostling against his chest, mouthing down with the scratch of his scruff to press open-mouthed affections there. a mixture of teeth, tongue, lips, a hungry collision as her tight walls practically milk every dive of his cock.
he's sure she can feel the way he pants against her skin, those little animalistic sounds hidden by an occupied mouth, and maybe it's that devilish little treat that helps him, but he continues to pound into her relentlessly, the smacks and sounds of their skin and bodies hitting practically lewd and filthy—but it all drives him further. she's warm and impossibly soft and he's intent to devour her, teeth leaving behind their own imprints along the swell and valley of her breasts. ❫