[ Maybe later, Joshua would feel bad and embarrassed for taking pleasure in this act, but right now, he can't quite feel any shame at all. Instead, he feels a hunger that just keeps getting worse by the second. It is as he rolls his hips, thrusts upwards as he pulls her down that he finds a rhythm.
His breathing grows heavier, but he isn't worried about breathlessness at this time. And by no means does it look like he knows exactly what he's doing. In fact, he doesn't, but he's following what his body is telling him to do. It feels good, and he can only hope that Maomao feels good too. The little noises she makes are music to his ears, gets him harder and encourages him to keep thrusting and pulling her down on him every time to meet him halfway.
Once he's got a steady rhythm going and his breath is ragged does he actually try communicating again. He's throbbing inside her and is doing his best to concentrate when he speaks. ]
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His breathing grows heavier, but he isn't worried about breathlessness at this time. And by no means does it look like he knows exactly what he's doing. In fact, he doesn't, but he's following what his body is telling him to do. It feels good, and he can only hope that Maomao feels good too. The little noises she makes are music to his ears, gets him harder and encourages him to keep thrusting and pulling her down on him every time to meet him halfway.
Once he's got a steady rhythm going and his breath is ragged does he actually try communicating again. He's throbbing inside her and is doing his best to concentrate when he speaks. ]
You feel incredible...