[ There's not much left for him to do but get swept along with how you're making him feel: desperate and tight and pushed to the brink. He's hitting the point where your name is the only thing he can mouth onto your skin/against your lips. Where your presence is the only thing that really matters.
The way your cock brushes up against his insides combined with the force of the sensations that lance through him reduces each breath into gasped almost-sobs. His body writhes beneath you, overwhelmed and yet wanting more at the same time. His mind is a mess of desire.
( Break him down, take him apart, do what you will with him; he did say that he wanted to be yours -- mind, body and soul. )
At the moment right before he slips, you'll feel the drag of his fingertips over your back and the way that his nails dig unintentionally into your skin, the spill of his cum between your bodies hot and slick. The only sound that leaves him at the end of it all is the cry he helplessly attempts and ultimately fails to swallow down.
Your fiancee has now collapsed back against that bed: flushed and weak-limbed, throat dry and lungs desperately aching for air. ]
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The way your cock brushes up against his insides combined with the force of the sensations that lance through him reduces each breath into gasped almost-sobs. His body writhes beneath you, overwhelmed and yet wanting more at the same time. His mind is a mess of desire.
( Break him down, take him apart, do what you will with him; he did say that he wanted to be yours -- mind, body and soul. )
At the moment right before he slips, you'll feel the drag of his fingertips over your back and the way that his nails dig unintentionally into your skin, the spill of his cum between your bodies hot and slick. The only sound that leaves him at the end of it all is the cry he helplessly attempts and ultimately fails to swallow down.
Your fiancee has now collapsed back against that bed: flushed and weak-limbed, throat dry and lungs desperately aching for air. ]