[ One of Chrissy's legs and then the other wrap around Eddie, and he sinks just the slightest bit deeper inside of her with a groan. She's absolutely perfect, and he can't get enough of the moans she makes, the way her face flushes and contorts. He feels like a pervert for thinking it, but God, Eddie wishes he didn't have to wear a condom for this, that he could feel exactly how wet she is for him with more than just his fingers. (Unfortunately, he doubts he'd have even lasted this long.)
She doesn't have to ask twice for him to go faster, his hips bucking forward again and again to meet her motions. He applies more pressure to her clit with his fingers, watching for her reaction. There's a delicate line between too much and just right, and Eddie's determined to get this perfect. Perfect for the perfect girl. ]
I wanna make you come, baby. [ His voice is wavering, strained. Truthfully, he's trying to hold back so he doesn't come before her. But she feels so good he's not sure he'll make it that much longer. ] Tell me what you need.
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She doesn't have to ask twice for him to go faster, his hips bucking forward again and again to meet her motions. He applies more pressure to her clit with his fingers, watching for her reaction. There's a delicate line between too much and just right, and Eddie's determined to get this perfect. Perfect for the perfect girl. ]
I wanna make you come, baby. [ His voice is wavering, strained. Truthfully, he's trying to hold back so he doesn't come before her. But she feels so good he's not sure he'll make it that much longer. ] Tell me what you need.