[That bleeds out into a moan, coupled with a jerk of his hips that would have gone as far up as they could go if you weren't holding him down. He is quivering now right down to his lips, and its' more than enough to make his fingers and toes curl and twist up into the sheets beneath you both.
He already feels like he's wound up too tight in his own skin, and the way you've pinned him to place only aggravates that because it's leaving nowhere else for the heat to go but right back to his head, his heart, his gut, and his lungs. You're fucking him, but you aren't fucking him. You're inside, but you're not. And while your mouth is down there between his legs, and it isn't up where you can give him air that he can actually use to breathe right, because the air he's taking in is doing nothing but fuel more cries that are caught somewhere between pleasure and that special grade of agony that you can only experience when you're that far gone.
And since you've taken him into your mouth, you're going to feel the way he shifts against your tongue, and how he tenses right before that moment before the pleasure completely spills over, much against his own will. Interestingly enough, even as you've driven him to a point of release, his breath sobs in his lungs in between the whimpers that are breaking free from his lips, even as he's spilling in your mouth. And no, his cock doesn't go completely soft by the end of it.
If those aren't solid indicators of the fact that he's far from done even after you've made him cum once, one could only wonder what it'll take for it to be painfully obvious.]
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[That bleeds out into a moan, coupled with a jerk of his hips that would have gone as far up as they could go if you weren't holding him down. He is quivering now right down to his lips, and its' more than enough to make his fingers and toes curl and twist up into the sheets beneath you both.
He already feels like he's wound up too tight in his own skin, and the way you've pinned him to place only aggravates that because it's leaving nowhere else for the heat to go but right back to his head, his heart, his gut, and his lungs. You're fucking him, but you aren't fucking him. You're inside, but you're not. And while your mouth is down there between his legs, and it isn't up where you can give him air that he can actually use to breathe right, because the air he's taking in is doing nothing but fuel more cries that are caught somewhere between pleasure and that special grade of agony that you can only experience when you're that far gone.
And since you've taken him into your mouth, you're going to feel the way he shifts against your tongue, and how he tenses right before that moment before the pleasure completely spills over, much against his own will. Interestingly enough, even as you've driven him to a point of release, his breath sobs in his lungs in between the whimpers that are breaking free from his lips, even as he's spilling in your mouth. And no, his cock doesn't go completely soft by the end of it.
If those aren't solid indicators of the fact that he's far from done even after you've made him cum once, one could only wonder what it'll take for it to be painfully obvious.]