Beautiful expression, warms. How could a hand not reach up to bring lips down to meet? A deepening kiss, and a gentle nibble. "Of course-"

-Faster, then. To meet, and mash. Echoes of clapping skin, and hand still on hips, rushing more. Harder, deeper, till a twitch. Holding close, as fluid fills-

Hands would find assuring spot on hips, gently resting as they helped other stay steady. Quicker pace, causing an exhale.

"Then-" Allow her to help. Leaning back, eyes kept on. Hips thrusting up to meet, as other would come down to slam.

"𝑀𝑚.. 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛-"

𝑂𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒- 𝑎 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓.

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