The noises Xanthippe made when she felt his mouth, his face against her were not pretty or dignified and honestly even she didn't think they should be, because they were pure. Pure pleasure and pure need, and she pushed back against him some on instinct even before she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her back.
He was making an effort to pull himself back from the brink, but pushing her right up to it in the process, to the point where when she felt his cock enter her again - only moments since the last time yet with wholly different sensations involved - she was surprised she didn't unravel immediately. Her loud, fragmented moan said a lot about what stage she was at, though.
Actually, maybe it was more of a yell. No words, just... noise.
Her hands dropped back down on the bed, grabbing at something to hold on to. Also, yes: she was as slick and wet and open as she could be. When it came to that, harshness was not going to be an issue.
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He was making an effort to pull himself back from the brink, but pushing her right up to it in the process, to the point where when she felt his cock enter her again - only moments since the last time yet with wholly different sensations involved - she was surprised she didn't unravel immediately. Her loud, fragmented moan said a lot about what stage she was at, though.
Actually, maybe it was more of a yell. No words, just... noise.
Her hands dropped back down on the bed, grabbing at something to hold on to. Also, yes: she was as slick and wet and open as she could be. When it came to that, harshness was not going to be an issue.