She loves seeing him like this, the building pleasure taking over his body. She loves how his body is trying so hard to get a little more friction. She loves his sounds, even though (perhaps especially because) he's trying so hard to keep quiet. He's so close she can feel it, can feel the tension, the desire, the need.
"I love you," she whispers, gazing into those desperate eyes, her stroke quickening. "I want to see you come for me."
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Date: 2021-07-07 05:18 am (UTC)"I love you," she whispers, gazing into those desperate eyes, her stroke quickening. "I want to see you come for me."