_{[ As for him, each tantalizing clench of her cunt squeezes out needy moans of his own. He appreciates the shift in position for a better view, and although Beowulf likes his own needs met, he's almost always more focused on the other person... at least until he can gauge what they're like in bed. Ishmael has basically used his body and his well endowed cock to please herself, and although he used his hips to rock into her, she definitely had more control over it all. After she peaks and that sweet friction is gone, Beowulf marvels at her through it all, even when she unravels in his arms. He catches his own breath as he holds her, allowing her to take everything in for a moment, but she can probably feel just how fully erect he is against her. ]}

Hot damn--! I know you've got more of those inside of you, baby. It's my turn to fuck you relentlessly. Can you handle that?

_{[ A little bit of dirty talk, and the way he holds onto her, she can probably tell he wants to keep going. In fact, his arms slide out from around her waist and he shifts out from beneath her, slushing around what little water is left in the tub until he has her pinned against the back of the tub and he is facing her. One hand holding her by the wrist against the wall and the other one comes around to part her thighs and open her legs wide, one leg even has to hang off the side of the bath. ]}

Let me see you enjoy yourself this time.

_{[ That same hand slides from her thigh to his dick, pressing his glans against her pussy. He's going back in; hold onto something. ]}