[ Some of his physical details are more muddled in her memory, the daze of lust and need coursing through her at the time making it harder for her to note much more than what simply felt good — his length inside her, the smooth movements of his body against her own, hips that powered the thrusts that made her cry out beneath him, releasing those sounds toward the sky. She hadn't been able to fully appreciate the sheer size of him, a quality that extends to his manhood; her own smaller hand can barely encircle around it to squeeze, and her teeth snag a bite on her lower lip to think of him entering her again.
The circumstances of their first joining had been less than desirable, even if it had been motivated by some form of passion; she regrets the haste of it, but not what had eventually transpired between them. She doesn't harbor any ill feelings about the release she'd found in his arms, or that he'd been the one to drive it from her, strong and deep. But she can't look to any influence holding sway here, and it's that relief with which she seeks him out, to take him into her of her own free will.
Her hand maintains a loose grasp on his cock, steadying him for her to shift her hips, to align them with another whisper from her skirts as she arranges herself over him — the tip of him nudges between her folds and her breath catches, holds while she eases down onto his length, not stopping until he's fully buried and only then does she sigh his name across the shape of his mouth.
That sense of being so deliciously filled is one she has to savor, giving herself time to adjust to that intimate stretch. ] You must know what I am thinking now. [ About how he feels tailor-made to be inside her. ]
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The circumstances of their first joining had been less than desirable, even if it had been motivated by some form of passion; she regrets the haste of it, but not what had eventually transpired between them. She doesn't harbor any ill feelings about the release she'd found in his arms, or that he'd been the one to drive it from her, strong and deep. But she can't look to any influence holding sway here, and it's that relief with which she seeks him out, to take him into her of her own free will.
Her hand maintains a loose grasp on his cock, steadying him for her to shift her hips, to align them with another whisper from her skirts as she arranges herself over him — the tip of him nudges between her folds and her breath catches, holds while she eases down onto his length, not stopping until he's fully buried and only then does she sigh his name across the shape of his mouth.
That sense of being so deliciously filled is one she has to savor, giving herself time to adjust to that intimate stretch. ] You must know what I am thinking now. [ About how he feels tailor-made to be inside her. ]