"Oh, God! Did I hurt you?"
"No."
Her shallow breaths implored to fluctuate.
"I'm so sorry."
He bussed her softly and paused for a proceed hint before he commenced the typical rhythm of joining.
"I'm good. Really."
He bussed her again.
"I love you," he whispered as he withdrew and thrust.
"I'll ever love you."
She shut her sights but didn't respond, not that he had inquired or just inferred a question. He bussed her inlet, shoulder, temple, and bit her earlobe as he quaked back and forth. He ultimately shut his eyes similarly and roam in the sensation of her aisle jerking on his cock as if she wanted to keep him deep inside of her.
He felt his orgasm building to a fevered maximum. His pace had hastened. When did that happen? He banged in and out of her, all the while struggling to retain control and losing.
"Shirley!" he whimpered and yanked with the discharge of his seed in intense surges.
