[ Weiss' walls are throbbing, no doubt the sensation is way too obvious when it's not just her who can feel the way she's squeezing his cock from such a simple movement. He's gentle when he moves, but it doesn't mean that thrums and waves of pleasure that courses through her is like that all. It isn't. It's more than that, and it is enough to make her arms feel so tingly as she tries to keep herself upright.
He takes one of her breasts in his hand, fitting so nicely in his hold, and for a moment, the way she looks at him is that of someone who's pleasantly surprised. It's almost as if she can't stop smiling now, if she's not busy drowning in the pleasure he's giving her, anyway. ]
That's a good start.
[ He can most certainly do more. Hands wandering up and down her thighs, moving inwards as she rides him. He can play with her clit, he can play with her nipples— the possibilities are endless, really. And with him having complete freedom on where to put his hands, Weiss can really only confirm or deny if it's "Like this?", as he says.
With a hot and heavy sigh, she moves her hips again, placing a bit more weight on his chest with her hand that's helping in keeping her steady. Her walls not only brush against his cock as she moves, but gives it such a fervent massage all the way up, and then down. Slow, still, but she doesn't take breaks this time. She moves up and then down, giving a nice roll of her hips forward and back once she's had all of him in her yet again. It's every time that she does that that her fingers curl against his chest and her eyes close, a soft little whimper escaping her each time.
Perhaps she's not as vocal now of her approval of this and of him, but she can certainly sing songs about it another time or to herself. ]
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He takes one of her breasts in his hand, fitting so nicely in his hold, and for a moment, the way she looks at him is that of someone who's pleasantly surprised. It's almost as if she can't stop smiling now, if she's not busy drowning in the pleasure he's giving her, anyway. ]
That's a good start.
[ He can most certainly do more. Hands wandering up and down her thighs, moving inwards as she rides him. He can play with her clit, he can play with her nipples— the possibilities are endless, really. And with him having complete freedom on where to put his hands, Weiss can really only confirm or deny if it's "Like this?", as he says.
With a hot and heavy sigh, she moves her hips again, placing a bit more weight on his chest with her hand that's helping in keeping her steady. Her walls not only brush against his cock as she moves, but gives it such a fervent massage all the way up, and then down. Slow, still, but she doesn't take breaks this time. She moves up and then down, giving a nice roll of her hips forward and back once she's had all of him in her yet again. It's every time that she does that that her fingers curl against his chest and her eyes close, a soft little whimper escaping her each time.
Perhaps she's not as vocal now of her approval of this and of him, but she can certainly sing songs about it another time or to herself. ]