[ All of that's enough to get him to whimper just over the pillow, as he turns his face away and shuts his eyes in an attempt to steady himself (it doesn't work). Said whimpers only end up smaller with each stroke from your end, smaller and a little more desperate.
He feels a bit like he's suffocating, because the air he draws in on the short breaths that he manages to push out from his lungs is hot with his own desire. ]
Josh...
[ Your name stutters out just so. He's started to tremble in earnest beneath you. ]
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He feels a bit like he's suffocating, because the air he draws in on the short breaths that he manages to push out from his lungs is hot with his own desire. ]
Josh...
[ Your name stutters out just so. He's started to tremble in earnest beneath you. ]