[ Each time she tightens around him and halts his thrusts, he indulges her, pushing his hips forward as she pulls him in. And though his vocalizations are much less pronounced than hers, there's no hiding the strained, ecstatic groans that leave his throat each time she squeezes him.
The sight before him is one he never would have predicted: the woman he's pined for to progressively intensifying degrees over most of his life, bent over before him and climaxing around his cock, wearing his seed on her chest. He should feel satisfied, but instead, he wants more of her, to touch her in as many places as he possibly can and make her pleasure so complete that she becomes utterly addicted to him.
He leans forward over her back, and the hand on her hip leaves it, bringing hers along for the ride. He cups a hand over one of her breasts, capturing it in his palm as it swings from the force of their thrusts, and squeezes it rather firmly, kneading it into her chest. That he gets some of his own cum on his fingers doesn't bother him, but all the same, he can't help but imagine her cleaning it off for him. ]
Do you want me to come inside of you, Manuela? [ He can only get so close to her ear in this position, but he speaks the words in its direction all the same, as if they're a scandalous secret kept between the two of them. ] Then keep fucking you until you are spent?
[ If anybody could make Ferdinand von Aegir so turned on that he simply forgets all about manners, it's Manuela. ]
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The sight before him is one he never would have predicted: the woman he's pined for to progressively intensifying degrees over most of his life, bent over before him and climaxing around his cock, wearing his seed on her chest. He should feel satisfied, but instead, he wants more of her, to touch her in as many places as he possibly can and make her pleasure so complete that she becomes utterly addicted to him.
He leans forward over her back, and the hand on her hip leaves it, bringing hers along for the ride. He cups a hand over one of her breasts, capturing it in his palm as it swings from the force of their thrusts, and squeezes it rather firmly, kneading it into her chest. That he gets some of his own cum on his fingers doesn't bother him, but all the same, he can't help but imagine her cleaning it off for him. ]
Do you want me to come inside of you, Manuela? [ He can only get so close to her ear in this position, but he speaks the words in its direction all the same, as if they're a scandalous secret kept between the two of them. ] Then keep fucking you until you are spent?
[ If anybody could make Ferdinand von Aegir so turned on that he simply forgets all about manners, it's Manuela. ]