Paxton stroked his cheek tenderly, then began to move his hips. The mechanic didn't know if it was a repositioning, proper hydration, or an increased frequency of intercourse between them, but his ass felt much more comfortable and felt no pain anymore, just a strange feeling of thrusting that was nevertheless wonderfully pleasant.
"Ah ...!" Martin groaned in pleasure. Steve was really gentle and you could even say affectionate. Martin cupped his lover's head with both hands and brought her closer to him. He opened his mouth, gasping invitingly, almost begging for a kiss.
Steve didn't take long to respond. After a while, their wet tongues intertwined lazily, but madly sensually.
It was their first time where there was no rush, stealth and nervousness. The first time when both of them, equally eager and equally horny, could give each other pleasure in a closed private interior. This awareness and Steve's thrusts arched Martin into an arc.
