( rene's not good at this — well, maybe he's aight, but it's a learning process for sure, learning the delicate balance between sating certain desires and leaving the others to wait, self-control at an expert level, in order to earn a better payoff.
if he were, perhaps he'd wrap his free hand around her wrist, snatch it away and pin it against the bed, really give her a spanking for touching him without permission, for trying to take matters into her own hands when he's clearly the one in charge here. he'd bark some equally mouthy retort
his self-control levels are certainly not at an expert level. instead, he can only let out a sharp breath, tip his head back and let deft fingers curl around him, an agonizing layer of cotton between them, his cock twitching in response to her touch, precome leaking from the head. teeth catch his lower lip, suppress a moan, a desperate plea for more as though he's not the one in charge here.
— wait, but he is. rene's response isn't verbal, is merely the meeting of his sharp gaze with hers. fuck it.
there isn't a shred of gentleness with how he practically manhandles her yet again, scoops her up and drops her onto her back on the bed. nails drag against the soft skin at her hips as he yanks those dampened panties off of her, tossed to the floor somewhere, and he doesn't even have the patience to do anything more than gruffly pull his jeans and briefs down over his ass, crawl over her and guide his cock inside of her and it's —
fuck, she's so good, so wet because of him, warm and tight as she accommodates him, his hipbones pressed against her as she fully takes him, a moaned out, ) Fuck, mami —
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if he were, perhaps he'd wrap his free hand around her wrist, snatch it away and pin it against the bed, really give her a spanking for touching him without permission, for trying to take matters into her own hands when he's clearly the one in charge here. he'd bark some equally mouthy retort
his self-control levels are certainly not at an expert level. instead, he can only let out a sharp breath, tip his head back and let deft fingers curl around him, an agonizing layer of cotton between them, his cock twitching in response to her touch, precome leaking from the head. teeth catch his lower lip, suppress a moan, a desperate plea for more as though he's not the one in charge here.
— wait, but he is. rene's response isn't verbal, is merely the meeting of his sharp gaze with hers. fuck it.
there isn't a shred of gentleness with how he practically manhandles her yet again, scoops her up and drops her onto her back on the bed. nails drag against the soft skin at her hips as he yanks those dampened panties off of her, tossed to the floor somewhere, and he doesn't even have the patience to do anything more than gruffly pull his jeans and briefs down over his ass, crawl over her and guide his cock inside of her and it's —
fuck, she's so good, so wet because of him, warm and tight as she accommodates him, his hipbones pressed against her as she fully takes him, a moaned out, ) Fuck, mami —