( isabelle, rene has very slowly learned, is an expert at getting whatever she wants, whenever she wants it. first, the buzz of his phone, an image revealed, and she got him here. next, his hands on her, rough and unforgiving, just as she'd asked. even now, with him inside of her, those ruby lips capture his, teeth tug at his lower lip, needy and fuck, he is all too happy too happy to indulge her, indulge that request — that demand for more.
it's now that he realizes that he hasn't just straight up kissed her yet, and that shit ain't gonna fly. no, his lips crash hard against hers, a little messy, definitely a little dirty, tongue licking into her mouth as his lips part against hers.
this doesn't deter the movement of his hips, grinding hard into her, burying his cock deep as he picks up his pace — more, all for her, the girl who has pushed him further than anyone ever has, and even still, he finds himself craving more.
rene leans his weight against her, skin against skin, a low moan against her painted lips as he hits just the right spot, dios — and he can't help the way his fingers, grabbing at the sheets below, catch some of her hair as they curl inward, tug as he tries to steady himself as he fucks her. ) Isabelle, ( he groans — there's no izzy, no mamí or other terms of endearment, just each syllable of her name carried past his lips like a prayer. )
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it's now that he realizes that he hasn't just straight up kissed her yet, and that shit ain't gonna fly. no, his lips crash hard against hers, a little messy, definitely a little dirty, tongue licking into her mouth as his lips part against hers.
this doesn't deter the movement of his hips, grinding hard into her, burying his cock deep as he picks up his pace — more, all for her, the girl who has pushed him further than anyone ever has, and even still, he finds himself craving more.
rene leans his weight against her, skin against skin, a low moan against her painted lips as he hits just the right spot, dios — and he can't help the way his fingers, grabbing at the sheets below, catch some of her hair as they curl inward, tug as he tries to steady himself as he fucks her. ) Isabelle, ( he groans — there's no izzy, no mamí or other terms of endearment, just each syllable of her name carried past his lips like a prayer. )