[ He only realizes that he was holding his breath in anticipation over your response when he takes in air to fill his lungs the moment you spread your legs a little more for him.
He'll resort to nuzzling your neck now, eyes on that mirror as he cradles your balls in the curve of his fingers, one foot hooking beneath your calf and drawing it a bit more to the side.
His hand moves up again, touch featherlight as he traces the shape of you, mouth pressing to your shoulder. ] Look up, babe. Look at me.
[ His fingers curl around you at that, the fist he has around you pumping upwards in steady, decisive strokes. ]
What do you want me to do to you after this?
[ Yes, he's asking this now. Let him take your mind off of all the awful things you've come to associate with the way you look. Let him give you new things to think about. ]
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He'll resort to nuzzling your neck now, eyes on that mirror as he cradles your balls in the curve of his fingers, one foot hooking beneath your calf and drawing it a bit more to the side.
His hand moves up again, touch featherlight as he traces the shape of you, mouth pressing to your shoulder. ] Look up, babe. Look at me.
[ His fingers curl around you at that, the fist he has around you pumping upwards in steady, decisive strokes. ]
What do you want me to do to you after this?
[ Yes, he's asking this now. Let him take your mind off of all the awful things you've come to associate with the way you look. Let him give you new things to think about. ]