[Once he's got three fingers inside, it's all she can do to keep her head up and not bury her face in his shoulder, parting her legs a bit more so all her weight is held on shaky knees. The tension is delicious, and though she is surprisingly quiet in her hard pants and restrained whimpers, her body is far more responsive, her legs trembling while her core flexes eagerly around him.
A part of her doesn't want to break away, but once she feels adequately prepared, she sits down properly on his thighs instead of kneeling above them, taking his length in her hand and giving it a few languid strokes.]
That should be plenty... I'll start, if that's all right? You can flip things after if you don't like the pace.
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A part of her doesn't want to break away, but once she feels adequately prepared, she sits down properly on his thighs instead of kneeling above them, taking his length in her hand and giving it a few languid strokes.]
That should be plenty... I'll start, if that's all right? You can flip things after if you don't like the pace.