[ The wild bucking of his hips and the walls pulsating around him push him toward the edge, and in his wild passion, he strokes his tongue relentlessly against hers. With each thrust, his body presses tight against hers. Not even the first waves of his climax slow his rapid pace, though they do make him moan low and hungrily into her mouth.
Even as he fills her with his essence, he pumps without restraint. His lips never break from hers, and while the hand holding onto her bottom is groping with wild abandon, the one at the back of her head is much more affectionate, fingertips stroking at her scalp as if in thanks for the powerful orgasm he isn't coming down from quite yet.
Which is probably a good thing for her, because he's going to be very disoriented when he does. ]
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Even as he fills her with his essence, he pumps without restraint. His lips never break from hers, and while the hand holding onto her bottom is groping with wild abandon, the one at the back of her head is much more affectionate, fingertips stroking at her scalp as if in thanks for the powerful orgasm he isn't coming down from quite yet.
Which is probably a good thing for her, because he's going to be very disoriented when he does. ]