[ With how he looms over her, the little things like her legs around his waist are reassuring. Rude has her ass lifted high enough that he's thrusting down, instead of forward; each push works to open her up a little more, letting him feed another inch into her body.
He could use his strength and just force it all inside. He probably should. After all that time at the bar concealing the raging hard-on that Sam had inspired, Rude's pretty sure the most pleasurable option would make him cum on the spot. Then she'd really see how big he was talking right now. ]
I get the feeling you're not gonna let me go soft.
[ The pumps downwards begin to take on a more pronounced rhythm. He's got enough stuffed inside her that he can slide out, almost to the tip, then ram back in again. Back and forth, bracing Sam's body against the couch, fucking her into the cushions. ]
[ His words make Sam groan again, and for a moment her eyes flutter closed, breath catching before she forces them back open again. She wants to see him, even though it's a physical effort to not collapse back into the couch with a moan; it's been long enough that she feels oversensitive and desperate, and even with him taking her inch by inch she's not entirely sure she'll last too long.
Once he's pushing into her with a steadier rhythm, her ankles lock tighter around his waist, pulling him more firmly against her with each thrust in, her fingers reaching to find purchases on his wrists, holding him as if it will help her to ground herself as every movement he make pushes her into the couch. ]
Challenge accepted. [ Somehow, she manages to get that out between the sounds she's making, her voice huskier than normal, a smile playing on her lips right before it's broken by another gasp. ] A-ah, shit. Right there, Rude..
[ With her leg-lock so tight, there's nowhere to go but even deeper inside of her. Rude tries to bottom out with each thrust. The pump and slap of flesh against flesh fills the room, encouraging Rude along just as much as Sam's pleasured moans.
He must be doing something right. She looks very pleased right now. ]
Right there?
[ Rude shifts himself, trying to zero in on that spot. The more he gets used to this, the more he wants. He gradually increases the force and pace, pressing her down into the couch until she's nearly swallowed by the cushions. ]
[ She can't help it; as much as she wants to watch him, her eyes eventually sink shut, fingers closing tighter on his wrists, sliding up over his arms. "Pleased" is something of an understatement, especially as he focuses in on that one spot that makes her closed eyes roll back, her hips arch up against him. ]
Y-yeah.
[ The confirmation is voiced in a weak moan, her teasing attitude quickly failing in the face of how good he's making her feel, especially when it's been such a long time for her, especially when she feels like she's going to disappear into the couch from the force of his movements against her. ]
[ Rude isn't holding back, now that they've come this far. He doesn't think that he can. Even if it means fucking Sam into the couch, the force and depth of his thrusts don't slow, chasing his own pleasure as well as her own. ]
Okay. Just hold on, then...
[ He's willing to take the reins, to get her there first while she's in whatever world is behind those closed eyes. Rude gets the feeling this girl's not going to lie back the whole time.
And besides, it's a very pleasing sight. Rude knows he's rolling the dice with his own stamina, going this hard and deep nonstop, but Sam so deeply pleasured against his own couch is just so good. He picks up the pace even more, sending a rapid flesh-slapping sound echoing through his apartment. ]
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[ With how he looms over her, the little things like her legs around his waist are reassuring. Rude has her ass lifted high enough that he's thrusting down, instead of forward; each push works to open her up a little more, letting him feed another inch into her body.
He could use his strength and just force it all inside. He probably should. After all that time at the bar concealing the raging hard-on that Sam had inspired, Rude's pretty sure the most pleasurable option would make him cum on the spot. Then she'd really see how big he was talking right now. ]
I get the feeling you're not gonna let me go soft.
[ The pumps downwards begin to take on a more pronounced rhythm. He's got enough stuffed inside her that he can slide out, almost to the tip, then ram back in again. Back and forth, bracing Sam's body against the couch, fucking her into the cushions. ]
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Once he's pushing into her with a steadier rhythm, her ankles lock tighter around his waist, pulling him more firmly against her with each thrust in, her fingers reaching to find purchases on his wrists, holding him as if it will help her to ground herself as every movement he make pushes her into the couch. ]
Challenge accepted. [ Somehow, she manages to get that out between the sounds she's making, her voice huskier than normal, a smile playing on her lips right before it's broken by another gasp. ] A-ah, shit. Right there, Rude..
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He must be doing something right. She looks very pleased right now. ]
Right there?
[ Rude shifts himself, trying to zero in on that spot. The more he gets used to this, the more he wants. He gradually increases the force and pace, pressing her down into the couch until she's nearly swallowed by the cushions. ]
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Y-yeah.
[ The confirmation is voiced in a weak moan, her teasing attitude quickly failing in the face of how good he's making her feel, especially when it's been such a long time for her, especially when she feels like she's going to disappear into the couch from the force of his movements against her. ]
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Okay. Just hold on, then...
[ He's willing to take the reins, to get her there first while she's in whatever world is behind those closed eyes. Rude gets the feeling this girl's not going to lie back the whole time.
And besides, it's a very pleasing sight. Rude knows he's rolling the dice with his own stamina, going this hard and deep nonstop, but Sam so deeply pleasured against his own couch is just so good. He picks up the pace even more, sending a rapid flesh-slapping sound echoing through his apartment. ]
Goddamn, you're sexy...