[ He pinches her nipple again before he shifts, mouthing at her neck, just below the hinge of her jaw. He can taste the salt on her skin, can feel her pulse beneath his lips. He runs his teeth along that sensitive point, light and teasing, before his mouth travels lower, finding where her neck meets her shoulder again.
He bites down, hard enough to leave another mark, knowing it'll hardly last the evening, and certainly won't last until the morning, but that's never stopped him before. It'll still be nice seeing those marks, to trace over them with his fingertips when they curl together afterward.
One last rough pinch, and his hand smooths down the flat plane of her stomach to curl over the thigh she presses against his side. He readjusts himself, kissing the side of her throat before he slips his cock past the wet folds of her pussy. His breath gusts over spit-damp skin as he sighs out in equal parts relief and want. ]
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He bites down, hard enough to leave another mark, knowing it'll hardly last the evening, and certainly won't last until the morning, but that's never stopped him before. It'll still be nice seeing those marks, to trace over them with his fingertips when they curl together afterward.
One last rough pinch, and his hand smooths down the flat plane of her stomach to curl over the thigh she presses against his side. He readjusts himself, kissing the side of her throat before he slips his cock past the wet folds of her pussy. His breath gusts over spit-damp skin as he sighs out in equal parts relief and want. ]