[ his hips pushed forward to get more of the sparks for himself, greedy, he was, and quickly would his own extra hand crave his fingers over her’s, his shaft, and strokes high to the bulbous tip with squeezing pressure. just enough of it to make his head want to spin, he brings his palm back down to the base in a slide, then back, rhythmic and in close sync with the way his fingers in her lessen their curls but amps up the pace, of going in, out, in—
it was tantalizing to wait, now. to test his waters through both of their now hazy breathing, he guides his cock, swollen and needing, across the spread of her folds and the top of her ass and thighs as he held them the best he could with one hand, exposing. ]
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it was tantalizing to wait, now. to test his waters through both of their now hazy breathing, he guides his cock, swollen and needing, across the spread of her folds and the top of her ass and thighs as he held them the best he could with one hand, exposing. ]