[ Your voice and your words are like the promise of light in the dark ocean of desire that is taking him under. The feel of your hand on him, the press of your fingers in him, and the way you've decided to move with him sends a shudder of pleasure that both gives and takes.
Those fists his hands were are now lax, his fingers pressing into what he can get of your skin as she sobs quiver past ever pore of his being. He's no longer resisting and he can feel, in that moment, how you sweep him along like a wave, dragging him under. While this is similar to the first time you took him, you'll feel the difference in the way he's giving over even more, so that each lance of pleasure cuts as much as it soothes, burns hot and long and glorious.
It won't be long now, love. You've brought him down and pushed him higher towards utter surrender that he's ripe and yours for the picking. ]
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Those fists his hands were are now lax, his fingers pressing into what he can get of your skin as she sobs quiver past ever pore of his being. He's no longer resisting and he can feel, in that moment, how you sweep him along like a wave, dragging him under. While this is similar to the first time you took him, you'll feel the difference in the way he's giving over even more, so that each lance of pleasure cuts as much as it soothes, burns hot and long and glorious.
It won't be long now, love. You've brought him down and pushed him higher towards utter surrender that he's ripe and yours for the picking. ]