[ And Ragna can feel them, like blowing on coals to make them burn hotter than ever as she squeezes down on his shaft. Gentle as he's being right now, it would have been so much easier to just grab her by the hips and pound up into her petite body relentlessly. It's not that this pace was too slow for him; he's considerate enough that he knows his own strength. He's not out to hurt her. But how slow they are going only exemplifies just how good she felt as she continued to pump her way up and down the long length of his cock, as if stroking him for everything he was worth as her smile burns itself into his head too.
A good start, huh? Then he'd best give her that attention and affection she deserved for giving him a chance to settle in. The hand upon her breast continues to squeeze, indulgence at its finest as his hold shifts just a little so that his thumb could rub and circle over her nipple. This was just the first stop of many, as far as he was concerned.
...If Ragna can even hold his composure long enough to do all of that and let his hand ride down between her legs. Especially when she places a bit more weight on his chest while steadying herself, there's no breaks as she rolls her hips as the white-haired man's back arches some and his hips give another roll. Careful again, not to just lift her off the chair with him by pressing too hard on his feet. They're meant to stay planted... ]
God it's so hot. [ His words come off another moan, this time far louder than the songbird atop her perch while she massages his dick with such a fervent need. So good that as his lower abdomen clenches once more, his cock throbs just as hard before settling into a quicker pulsation, a bit more rapid than before as her pussy grips him, ] So tight...
[ She wasn't as vocal now, but... ]
Weiss...
[ It's Ragna who finally picks up the pace for them both, not even bothering to ask this time if he can go a little faster. Just a little harder. Just enough as Weiss holds herself upright while riding him there's a rather audible clap upon his hips meeting hers, the head of his cock swelling and tapping on her core with a returning fervour— that sensation of being filled to her stomach as the pace shifts. Not so slow. Not blindingly fast. Just more. Sing a little more, Weiss. ]
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A good start, huh? Then he'd best give her that attention and affection she deserved for giving him a chance to settle in. The hand upon her breast continues to squeeze, indulgence at its finest as his hold shifts just a little so that his thumb could rub and circle over her nipple. This was just the first stop of many, as far as he was concerned.
...If Ragna can even hold his composure long enough to do all of that and let his hand ride down between her legs. Especially when she places a bit more weight on his chest while steadying herself, there's no breaks as she rolls her hips as the white-haired man's back arches some and his hips give another roll. Careful again, not to just lift her off the chair with him by pressing too hard on his feet. They're meant to stay planted... ]
God it's so hot. [ His words come off another moan, this time far louder than the songbird atop her perch while she massages his dick with such a fervent need. So good that as his lower abdomen clenches once more, his cock throbs just as hard before settling into a quicker pulsation, a bit more rapid than before as her pussy grips him, ] So tight...
[ She wasn't as vocal now, but... ]
Weiss...
[ It's Ragna who finally picks up the pace for them both, not even bothering to ask this time if he can go a little faster. Just a little harder. Just enough as Weiss holds herself upright while riding him there's a rather audible clap upon his hips meeting hers, the head of his cock swelling and tapping on her core with a returning fervour— that sensation of being filled to her stomach as the pace shifts. Not so slow. Not blindingly fast. Just more. Sing a little more, Weiss. ]