[ Any man would be lucky to have me. Truer words had seldom been spoken, of course, and Ferdinand knew it. He wasn't the sort to take her dedication, her eagerness to please, and her affection for granted. All the more reason for him to indulge her, to satisfy her every last desire, sexual or emotional or otherwise. She didn't just make his heart race with excitement — she made it ache with love.
There was something suggestive in her tone as well, perhaps harkening to how he'd blurted out, in a moment of pitched arousal, how he wouldn't have minded showing off just how lucky he truly was. As easy as it would have been to get hooked on fantasy, though, even the most depraved fantasy was insignificant next to the reality of actually having her.
Teeth closed on her skin and his mouth tugged, sucking on the tender flesh as he marked it. One breathy release later, his hands moved to her hips, and just as she desired, he turned her around, walking her toward the wall where she would need to put her hands to support herself. ]
Then bend over.
[ With a swift swing, his hand clapped against the soft skin of her bottom, the sound carrying quite a distance. It was a risk to be so brazen, of course, but there was something maddeningly intriguing about the idea of her being seen, bent over, her bottom red with his handprint and her holes, face, and breasts all dripping with his seed.
With his other hand, he readied his cock. The very moment she presented herself to him, he would press that thick cockhead to her slit, only slightly brushing its crown against her swollen, sensitive clit before working it into the same hole her fingers had occupied just moments earlier, insistent and rough. ]
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There was something suggestive in her tone as well, perhaps harkening to how he'd blurted out, in a moment of pitched arousal, how he wouldn't have minded showing off just how lucky he truly was. As easy as it would have been to get hooked on fantasy, though, even the most depraved fantasy was insignificant next to the reality of actually having her.
Teeth closed on her skin and his mouth tugged, sucking on the tender flesh as he marked it. One breathy release later, his hands moved to her hips, and just as she desired, he turned her around, walking her toward the wall where she would need to put her hands to support herself. ]
Then bend over.
[ With a swift swing, his hand clapped against the soft skin of her bottom, the sound carrying quite a distance. It was a risk to be so brazen, of course, but there was something maddeningly intriguing about the idea of her being seen, bent over, her bottom red with his handprint and her holes, face, and breasts all dripping with his seed.
With his other hand, he readied his cock. The very moment she presented herself to him, he would press that thick cockhead to her slit, only slightly brushing its crown against her swollen, sensitive clit before working it into the same hole her fingers had occupied just moments earlier, insistent and rough. ]