"You can do whatever you want to me," he mutters breathlessly - sounding slightly delirious with pleasure - as he blinks hard, working to clear the spots from his vision. "Whatever...whatever you want with me. Please."
When she takes him into her mouth, he groans loudly at the ceiling.
That is an echo he can hear, something he can focus on. It helps to solidify his grip on this space, tighten his grasp on what he's feeling, his reactions to her touch.
"Slow...slow..." he pants, still desperate. "Slow. Want this...want this to last."
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When she takes him into her mouth, he groans loudly at the ceiling.
That is an echo he can hear, something he can focus on. It helps to solidify his grip on this space, tighten his grasp on what he's feeling, his reactions to her touch.
"Slow...slow..." he pants, still desperate. "Slow. Want this...want this to last."