[ His breaths turn into audible pants as she pours her attention on him, her hand working him in tight strokes, her mouth going down on him again. A moan leaves him, loud and sharp, head rolling back and hips shifting as he struggles not to just buck them up against her.
In turn his fingers pick up their pace, pushing deeper and harder into her, going faster as he curls them inside her. His other hand combs through her hair, gentle and encouraging. ]
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In turn his fingers pick up their pace, pushing deeper and harder into her, going faster as he curls them inside her. His other hand combs through her hair, gentle and encouraging. ]