[ His hips shift minutely to meet the motions of her body, though he works towards keeping the pace slow for now, while the burning pleasure he feels with each thrust makes him nearly go blind. His hands cling to her sides, fingers curling a little too hard, digging into the flesh before he catches himself and eases up a little. ]
Good... That's good. [ Just to let her know (and himself too) that this is fine, that this rhythm is working, that he hasn't lost himself yet. ]
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Good... That's good. [ Just to let her know (and himself too) that this is fine, that this rhythm is working, that he hasn't lost himself yet. ]