[ And on your fiancee's end, it's all shades of odd and pleasant, floating somewhere between only vaguely registering things in the aftermath and letting himself start to slip under. Perhaps he was perfect to you in those final moments of you fucking him, for you had successfully broken him in, rendering him incapable of much else beyond responding to everything you did.
As things stand, he is still molding himself against you out of instinct. You'll have to excuse the fact that he isn't speaking, though. He's still catching his breath, eyes shut because of the still fading heat that had seared across his vision during the highest point of his pleasure, insides still pressed snugly around your cock since you haven't quite pulled out. ]
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As things stand, he is still molding himself against you out of instinct. You'll have to excuse the fact that he isn't speaking, though. He's still catching his breath, eyes shut because of the still fading heat that had seared across his vision during the highest point of his pleasure, insides still pressed snugly around your cock since you haven't quite pulled out. ]