[Any pretense that he isn't enjoyed immensely what she's doing to him is long since gone. He's watching her with an open hunger, eyes dark and sharp, and he's already thinking ahead to what he'll do to her later. If she's going to insist on being sore, he's going to do the best he can to accommodate that.
But for now, god her mouth feels good. She's working him like she's done it dozens of times before, her hand just the right speed, the right tension, just enough drag to push him a little more each time. His lips have parted on a few quick breaths, and a low groan when her mouth slides over him again.] —God, Gwen, keep going, just like that, you look so good like this...
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But for now, god her mouth feels good. She's working him like she's done it dozens of times before, her hand just the right speed, the right tension, just enough drag to push him a little more each time. His lips have parted on a few quick breaths, and a low groan when her mouth slides over him again.] —God, Gwen, keep going, just like that, you look so good like this...