Desmond found himself with his member fully encased by heat and muscle. His sac was tight and drawn up. All of his attention circled around his cock, and that finally, for the first time in months, he was fucking someone.
A low groan leaked from his lips.
“Oh, I like it when you make noise.” Rebecca said breathlessly.
“What?” Desmond asked incredulously.
“I said I like it when you make noise...Now are we going to lie here and piss off Shaun by making him stay out in the cold for a long amount of time, or are we going to fuck, and annoy Shaun by staining his sheets?”
“Uhh, the second one?”
“Good, then get on with it.” Rebecca sighed, a smile curling her lips.
Dumbly, Desmond nodded, and slowly, hesitantly, awkwardly, set a soft, gentle pace.
Slowly, the caution he put into his thrusts and the tension in his frame melted away. He lay his head on Rebecca's shoulder and moaned quietly.
In return he got a bored hum.
He froze.
“Oh come on Des. Put your back into it!” Rebecca sighed.
“R-right.”
His next thrust was sharper, deeper. Rebecca gasped. He eyelids fluttered. She revelled in it.
Already feeling embarrassed and ashamed Desmond thrusted again, as sharp, hard and fast as he did last time and quickly set a fast pace that had the both of them gasping for breath.
Rebecca moved her arm quickly to wrap it around Desmond's neck. His face fell from her shoulder to her armpit. Fingers were carding through his hair. He found his head caught in her underarm, stubble scratching his nose, surprisingly sharp.
“Moan.” Rebecca said, as he rocked his hips into her.
“Um...u-UUUhhhHh.” He said into her armpit. She groaned in response, fingers twisting the hair on his scalp.
“Louder!”
“UUUGH!”
“More!”
“UUUUUUUGH!”
There was something oddly satisfying about shouting into a woman's armpit.
Desmond managed to slip his head away and to her breast, which bounced with each of his thrusts, and mouthed it, the soft, supple flesh pliant to his lips and tongue.
That was better.
In fact, from thereon out things generally were better. There were still some forced moans, and once or twice he slipped out, but things seemed to generally be just fine. In fact, better than fine.
Desmond experienced one of the fiercest orgasms of his life. And proved to himself that he still ad at least some stamina left in doing so.
The Rotor {3.d/?}
Desmond found himself with his member fully encased by heat and muscle. His sac was tight and drawn up. All of his attention circled around his cock, and that finally, for the first time in months, he was fucking someone.
A low groan leaked from his lips.
“Oh, I like it when you make noise.” Rebecca said breathlessly.
“What?” Desmond asked incredulously.
“I said I like it when you make noise...Now are we going to lie here and piss off Shaun by making him stay out in the cold for a long amount of time, or are we going to fuck, and annoy Shaun by staining his sheets?”
“Uhh, the second one?”
“Good, then get on with it.” Rebecca sighed, a smile curling her lips.
Dumbly, Desmond nodded, and slowly, hesitantly, awkwardly, set a soft, gentle pace.
Slowly, the caution he put into his thrusts and the tension in his frame melted away. He lay his head on Rebecca's shoulder and moaned quietly.
In return he got a bored hum.
He froze.
“Oh come on Des. Put your back into it!” Rebecca sighed.
“R-right.”
His next thrust was sharper, deeper. Rebecca gasped. He eyelids fluttered. She revelled in it.
Already feeling embarrassed and ashamed Desmond thrusted again, as sharp, hard and fast as he did last time and quickly set a fast pace that had the both of them gasping for breath.
Rebecca moved her arm quickly to wrap it around Desmond's neck. His face fell from her shoulder to her armpit. Fingers were carding through his hair. He found his head caught in her underarm, stubble scratching his nose, surprisingly sharp.
“Moan.” Rebecca said, as he rocked his hips into her.
“Um...u-UUUhhhHh.” He said into her armpit. She groaned in response, fingers twisting the hair on his scalp.
“Louder!”
“UUUGH!”
“More!”
“UUUUUUUGH!”
There was something oddly satisfying about shouting into a woman's armpit.
Desmond managed to slip his head away and to her breast, which bounced with each of his thrusts, and mouthed it, the soft, supple flesh pliant to his lips and tongue.
That was better.
In fact, from thereon out things generally were better. There were still some forced moans, and once or twice he slipped out, but things seemed to generally be just fine. In fact, better than fine.
Desmond experienced one of the fiercest orgasms of his life. And proved to himself that he still ad at least some stamina left in doing so.
And Rebecca? Well, she seemed pretty happy too.
“I can't wait for you to get another boner!”