[ The sensation of her fingers through his hair is surprisingly pleasant. She doesn't yank at him, doesn't try to force his head where she wants him, though he's sure the temptation is probably there. Instead, she's just feeling him, finding other outlets for the sense of need that's certain to be winding low in her gut.
It's... thoughtful, though he wonders if he might be reading too much into it.
His finds his way to her hips, and he pauses to leave yet another mark, just at the crease of her thigh. He thrusts a little more deeply into her pussy, fingers curling upward as he slowly pulls out. ]
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It's... thoughtful, though he wonders if he might be reading too much into it.
His finds his way to her hips, and he pauses to leave yet another mark, just at the crease of her thigh. He thrusts a little more deeply into her pussy, fingers curling upward as he slowly pulls out. ]