You'll make me sick with nostalgia... I used to be able to do that, myself.
[He was so cool and sexy when he was younger, he sighs wistfully that he'd absolutely not be able to get his legs to his head anymore. Alas.
Again, this doesn't stop him. He slides his hands to the back crooks of her knees and pushes forward, mindful she can actually stretch to the degree stated. When Jisu does, well, he sighs with something again like being frustratingly impressed. A curl of his ungloved fingers draws forth more of those time stopping wires that bind their hands. Pinning her legs similarly and not needing to hold her up at all is too tantalizing to turn down.
Jisu had already managed to take his fat cock down to the hilt, but just the extra bit he can fit inside of her at an improved angle feels like all the difference. Her pulsing insides, milking his dick for more, are finally driving him to his own edge. To feel her cascade into that large orgasm, he's sure, is going to have him pouring out into her. So, she should reach it and finally have her relief from illness and urging heat. He pressed his naked thumb to her exposed clit, flicking it along with his thrusting. His other hand falls over her chest, having neglected her obviously sensitive front given how busy they had been hold onto her in other ways.
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[He was so cool and sexy when he was younger, he sighs wistfully that he'd absolutely not be able to get his legs to his head anymore. Alas.
Again, this doesn't stop him. He slides his hands to the back crooks of her knees and pushes forward, mindful she can actually stretch to the degree stated. When Jisu does, well, he sighs with something again like being frustratingly impressed. A curl of his ungloved fingers draws forth more of those time stopping wires that bind their hands. Pinning her legs similarly and not needing to hold her up at all is too tantalizing to turn down.
Jisu had already managed to take his fat cock down to the hilt, but just the extra bit he can fit inside of her at an improved angle feels like all the difference. Her pulsing insides, milking his dick for more, are finally driving him to his own edge. To feel her cascade into that large orgasm, he's sure, is going to have him pouring out into her. So, she should reach it and finally have her relief from illness and urging heat. He pressed his naked thumb to her exposed clit, flicking it along with his thrusting. His other hand falls over her chest, having neglected her obviously sensitive front given how busy they had been hold onto her in other ways.
He mutters to her ear in command,]
Go on... make me come.