Mmmmnh... there you go, good boy. [Sherwood lifts his own chin to catch a long, steady breath inward, steadying himself to the pleasure. Very good, how satisfying, how wonderfully that aches. Fuuta's nearly too tight, but it's the level of sensation Sherwood requires, the intensity a necessity.
He rolls his shoulders and leans back in, catching Fuuta's lips with his. Sherwood's hands fall over the lines of Fuuta's slim back, fitting in the curve of his lower back and clutching to his hips on each side. He suspects the young man's legs have gone rather limp and he could use some guidance moving.
Move he shall, only giving Fuuta a brief few moments to gather himself before lifting him upward from his cock, letting the thick length drag back out from that slick, tense hole. Sherwood might aim himself to drag along Fuuta's prostate on the exit, but he's so large that it probably is getting a consistent pressure without any special effort made to stimulate his best part. Judging from how much Fuuta's cock is twitching and leaking, Sherwood's selfishness is serving his own pleasure just fine.]
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He rolls his shoulders and leans back in, catching Fuuta's lips with his. Sherwood's hands fall over the lines of Fuuta's slim back, fitting in the curve of his lower back and clutching to his hips on each side. He suspects the young man's legs have gone rather limp and he could use some guidance moving.
Move he shall, only giving Fuuta a brief few moments to gather himself before lifting him upward from his cock, letting the thick length drag back out from that slick, tense hole. Sherwood might aim himself to drag along Fuuta's prostate on the exit, but he's so large that it probably is getting a consistent pressure without any special effort made to stimulate his best part. Judging from how much Fuuta's cock is twitching and leaking, Sherwood's selfishness is serving his own pleasure just fine.]