[ It's not so much that he matches you kiss for kiss, more that he lets you have your way with his mouth, passively receiving each bit of hunger, each nip and lick with a steady patient one of his own.
He moves his palm over your chest, down past the firm planes of your stomach, fingers massaging the jut of you hip before he lets his hand slip between your bodies to feel you up.
His own cock has grown large and full and he rocks his hips against yours, feeling the brush of your erection right alongside his dick. ]
Tell me what you need. [ Nothing ever seems quite enough tonight. He wants more, and he's pretty sure you do too. ]
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He moves his palm over your chest, down past the firm planes of your stomach, fingers massaging the jut of you hip before he lets his hand slip between your bodies to feel you up.
His own cock has grown large and full and he rocks his hips against yours, feeling the brush of your erection right alongside his dick. ]
Tell me what you need. [ Nothing ever seems quite enough tonight. He wants more, and he's pretty sure you do too. ]