A low hiss thrums through him to mingle with those glorious sounds of hers which buzz through their skin, setting the churning in his belly on overdrive-- his heart could leap from his throat at any moment, but all he can do is whimper and push back on every downthrust she drives into him; he's nearly overstimulated from just this much and its hard to just regulate his breathing, especially with the hold she has on his cock.
"m full, really really....too full...Kara, Kara, its-- it's really..."
His jaw snaps shut, almost as if some conscious part of him not overwhelmed with pleasure is still stubborn. Imagine that, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, stubborn. So much so that, steeling himself, he rocks back slightly, then rolls his hips in tight little circles, using the table as leverage to gain power (because, you know, shaking legs he's trying to ignore).
What he can't ignore is the flame steadily rising inside him.
"Don't you? Wish you could feel how tight I am inside...?"
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5/8/15 06:24 (UTC)"m full, really really....too full...Kara, Kara, its-- it's really..."
His jaw snaps shut, almost as if some conscious part of him not overwhelmed with pleasure is still stubborn. Imagine that, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, stubborn. So much so that, steeling himself, he rocks back slightly, then rolls his hips in tight little circles, using the table as leverage to gain power (because, you know, shaking legs he's trying to ignore).
What he can't ignore is the flame steadily rising inside him.
"Don't you? Wish you could feel how tight I am inside...?"