[ 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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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...