[Between her legs and her finders, her grip on him is vice-like, and the shallow crescents marking his back feel like they’re there to stay. Each thrust now comes with a grunt of exertion, a heave of his chest. He could go all night but he wants to spill himself inside her, and before long, that’s what he does, ramming in to the root and slowing to shallower, dragging thrusts, pulsing in her.
Only then does he break his gaze on her, eyes screwing shut as he comes.]
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Only then does he break his gaze on her, eyes screwing shut as he comes.]