[He makes a noise of acquiescence, but it's a lot higher and younger than it ought to sound. At least he managed to do something, though, other than breathe and continue to lose himself all the more in the way you fit into him.
At first, of course, attempting to match your rhythm gives him a bit of relief. And then, when your cock starts to hit his prostrate with each and every stroke, it starts pushing him even further towards another high, robbing him of sense and air and replacing both with nothing but heat and sensation.
It isn't too long before he's a quivering boy pinned beneath your weight and so perfectly filled by your dick, whimpering into the sheets, fingers clenching tight, seeking purchase and not quite finding anything to keep him stable.]
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At first, of course, attempting to match your rhythm gives him a bit of relief. And then, when your cock starts to hit his prostrate with each and every stroke, it starts pushing him even further towards another high, robbing him of sense and air and replacing both with nothing but heat and sensation.
It isn't too long before he's a quivering boy pinned beneath your weight and so perfectly filled by your dick, whimpering into the sheets, fingers clenching tight, seeking purchase and not quite finding anything to keep him stable.]