[Henry’s conscious mind has practically flown to pieces in the intensity of that orgasm, and the stuttering waves and pulses that always follow in its wake. Her wriggling, humping movements beneath him extend that bliss to its most truncated point, peaking to perfection and spilling over the edge into overstimulation. A moan spills from him, low yet still a whine, and he thinks he can feel the way everything inside of her is trying to seep out from where he’s seated inside. As though she can only accommodate so much, and the rest can only slowly eke out to make room.
She sounds so… so wonderful, he wishes he could make her sound like that all of the time.]
A-ahh…
[Archies his back, straightening, pushing as fully into her as he can, making them both drip more fervently than before.]
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She sounds so… so wonderful, he wishes he could make her sound like that all of the time.]
A-ahh…
[Archies his back, straightening, pushing as fully into her as he can, making them both drip more fervently than before.]