[ all while he bites her and feels her keen against his mouth, his hand reaches down to work himself quickly into fullness. he slides the pad of his thumb over the cum gathered at its tip and drags it down over his length. when he locks eyes with her heated, hungry gaze, arousal spears through him suddenly, white hot and twisting. she traps him tightly with her tail, around his thigh, squeezing almost in warning, and he loves the sense of danger that comes with it. pearls of cum ease out of his cock, threading over his fingers, and he only quickens his pace as he watches her. he's as half-lidded and hazy and voracious as she is, but he still can't help grinning back as she pulls on his hair.
she says come here and suddenly he can't be close enough. ]
You are right about that. I'm through with waitin'.
[ he murmurs under his breath, finally drawing his hand away from his cock, sticky with cum. he waited for what felt like an age for her to be here. he missed her for more than what she gave to him that first week. there's no point to hiding how much he needed this—maybe a fear of scaring her off, moving too quickly, claiming what he hasn't earned.
but he's never been patient. not with things the he wants, anyway.
he braces both hands beneath her thighs, lifts them, folds her legs towards her stomach as he positions himself between her legs. she's burning against him, liquid fire against the head of his cock as it eases partway inside. he lets go of one of her thighs and guides himself in further, but only when he lowers himself down and bridges over her body does he finally bury his cock inside of her in one smooth, deep thrust of his hips. ]
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she says come here and suddenly he can't be close enough. ]
You are right about that. I'm through with waitin'.
[ he murmurs under his breath, finally drawing his hand away from his cock, sticky with cum. he waited for what felt like an age for her to be here. he missed her for more than what she gave to him that first week. there's no point to hiding how much he needed this—maybe a fear of scaring her off, moving too quickly, claiming what he hasn't earned.
but he's never been patient. not with things the he wants, anyway.
he braces both hands beneath her thighs, lifts them, folds her legs towards her stomach as he positions himself between her legs. she's burning against him, liquid fire against the head of his cock as it eases partway inside. he lets go of one of her thighs and guides himself in further, but only when he lowers himself down and bridges over her body does he finally bury his cock inside of her in one smooth, deep thrust of his hips. ]