[ she need not try very hard to please him: the sounds she makes, the wordless, incredible gasps as she finds her leverage and moves into his thrusts in more than enough to make him groan, to make his knees weak, his weight to lean against her. a hand braces himself on the bed; his wrist twists, pulls her head back further, keeps her at his mercy. the scruff of his beard brushes against the soft skin of her forehead, her hair; he touches his lips there, and he can just see the bounce of her pert breasts from the rocking of their bodies.
it is lurid, and beautiful: the way she bends to his hands, the way she hungers at it. he wants it, the press of her arse against his front, the movement of her hips beckoning him deeper. he growls softly, leaning to her, grinding inside of her over and over, faster and harder, the sounds he makes approving, his eyes lidded and watching the profile of her face, watching her pleasure. his hum is one of approval, his face hot, his grip weigh of head back. ]
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it is lurid, and beautiful: the way she bends to his hands, the way she hungers at it. he wants it, the press of her arse against his front, the movement of her hips beckoning him deeper. he growls softly, leaning to her, grinding inside of her over and over, faster and harder, the sounds he makes approving, his eyes lidded and watching the profile of her face, watching her pleasure. his hum is one of approval, his face hot, his grip weigh of head back. ]