Slowly, agonizingly slowly does he push back in gentle hitches of hips, knuckles white where he's clutched at the edges of the table; every single push of the dildo inside him makes him see white behind squeezed eyelids, vision fuzzy when he peeks beneath his eyelashes.
The cold of the table sends pleasant little goosebumps where he bumps into it with his thighs, and while he does grumble when she bats his hand away, his palm skims up his own chest to tweak at his nipples instead, until they're perky little points.
"It's...its good...but too much, too much...Nnnn.. I'm full, so--"
Every time he rocks back into her a low groan spills from his mouth, head bowed until all he can see is their blurred reflection in the surface of the table.
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4/8/15 05:35 (UTC)The cold of the table sends pleasant little goosebumps where he bumps into it with his thighs, and while he does grumble when she bats his hand away, his palm skims up his own chest to tweak at his nipples instead, until they're perky little points.
"It's...its good...but too much, too much...Nnnn.. I'm full, so--"
Every time he rocks back into her a low groan spills from his mouth, head bowed until all he can see is their blurred reflection in the surface of the table.