Struggle in your alluring face to carry on. Reassure me of my efforts in your weakened state.
Talk to me, without words, within your face, in that face you are trying so hard not to make but can’t control it. Reassure me in what I am doing to you.
I need to feel it in my bones. To feel it in my soul.
As I look at you, hardness inside your softness, thickness inside your wetness, I can see that face needs another thrust. Another thumbing along your clit with pressure and precision.
Another lick. Another suck. Another fingering of your interior.
Another orgasm. God yes. Give me another orgasm. At this point, I just need to see …