[She snorts a laugh at being called "babe," laughter interspersed with cries and gasps for breath. It's just such a boy thing to say that she can't help it, though there's no maliciousness in her laughter, just warmth and affection. This is all she'd honestly wanted, really -- to do something fun, something not too serious, to enjoy her time with him and think about nobody but him. It's hard to think about anything else now.
Especially when he thrusts in harder against her, and she throws her head back with a shameless moan. Everything is narrowing in on them in this moment, the hot slide of his cock slamming into her. Her breath comes shorter, quicker, little cries on every exhale building to a crescendo as she twists her hips, trying desperately to match that more irregular rhythm as she feels herself tightening around him with every motion. She doesn't really curse but -- fuck!
That last thrust whites everything, her cry more of a shout as if to answer his question as her legs clench around him and her toes curl as she keeps going, trying to ride out her climax and bring him over the brink with her.]
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Especially when he thrusts in harder against her, and she throws her head back with a shameless moan. Everything is narrowing in on them in this moment, the hot slide of his cock slamming into her. Her breath comes shorter, quicker, little cries on every exhale building to a crescendo as she twists her hips, trying desperately to match that more irregular rhythm as she feels herself tightening around him with every motion. She doesn't really curse but -- fuck!
That last thrust whites everything, her cry more of a shout as if to answer his question as her legs clench around him and her toes curl as she keeps going, trying to ride out her climax and bring him over the brink with her.]