All of this felt right to him. Each thrust felt so right to him that he almost never wanted to stop, because of this feeling of righteousness that boiled in his gut. Or maybe that was him about the bust? No, he knew the difference between the two, he figured, or he guessed really. He hoped that he was not finished already because he wasn't done with this feeling of just plain awesomeness. He'd never felt this way, but it was not a bad feeling, nor was it a feeling that he wished to fade over time. If he could feel like this everyday, then he would. He reflected this by each thrust that would go deeper and deeper, and his tool already expanding in girth to eventually make the two become one for a period of time. He was beginning to pant, the heat of the room and of their actions seeming to make the male more than hot. If he could sweat, he probably would. Instead, his tongue hung from his mouth and he breathed slightly heavy as he continued his forceful thrusts into her, and then the slight withdraw but then the deep penetration that he thoroughly enjoyed. She was the right size for him it seemed, for it was too common that Bartholomew would hurt females that were too tiny for a penis the size that Marstholomew was sporting under those black skinny jeans.
Her moans encouraged him to go further, and at some point, when he found himself sitting up, the woman twisted and turned until she was up with him, but the whole time he was not pulled from her, and with the movement, she had made it slightly easier for him to access that spot that every female had, the G spot. He technically did not know much about the anatomy of a female, you know further than boobs and vagina, but his body was definitely more knowledgeable about the subject, and he let that part of him take over. She purred in his ears, asking if this was okay with him. A devilish smile pursed his lips and he started to rock under her, trying to push himself all the way in there, to where there was little chance of him being able to pull out. You're so perfect. I love you so much. a stupid response to such a simple question. She told him that he could take her in whatever way he wanted, but right now, this was what he wanted, because this was deepest so far. He groaned himself as he rocked and she bounced. He put his head back for a moment, his semi-long hair falling against his neck and he just sat there and breathed. He was slowing down a little bit from his quickened pace, but this was only to breathe effectively, not to be finished. His body was long from finishing.
Stay there.....Let's....do this... the words were spaced, and they came out in huffs of breath. He continued to rock, and his head came back down to look at her before he let his hands begin to wander toe curves he longed to touch and hold for so long. He prayed that this was not a dream. He wouldn't be able to handle waking up if it was a dream. His hands wandered her round hips for a moment, and he went as far as to pull her down onto him a few times before he let her do what she was doing and he let his fingers trace through her fur and run up her spine, her ribs, and he stopped somewhere around her perky breasts and he played with them both, massaging and playing with her nipples with his fingers before he kissed the middle of her chest and then he put his mouth to her left nipple and he nipped and played at it, all while she continued to bounce on him. He let out a rumble of pleasure, and a chuckle, one that was something of a rarity.
Is..... There anything special...That you like? he asked her, wondering if she did have something that she particularly enjoyed that she wanted him to do. He, as an asexual, did not have much interest in the sexual fantasies that others seemed to thrive on, so he was pretty much open to anything that felt amazing. So far, this all felt amazing.
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