[It doesn't matter that it was a hasty decision not to use a condom, it was the one that she wanted. Sure, they say that condoms don't make a difference, but it's a bunch of bullshit. There's a huge difference when there's nothing but his cock sliding into her. Before even getting that far, Jesse's good enough to make her start to tremble again. Most men would just push right in and start fucking her. Obviously, she already knows that he's different, that he's got keys to her body that she didn't even realize she handed over.
When he slips his cock along her folds, sliding along the massive amounts of wetness still lingering from his earlier enjoyment, she can't help but moan softly, tossing her hair about, tangling it up against the blue cloth. Then there's his engorged tip, the flat of it damp with his own come against her oversensitive nub. It hits her like a tiny electrified magic wand, forcing her to reach out and grips the edge of the table so she can dig her fingers into something solid least she jump up off the damn surface all together. ]
Jesus fuck, Jesse.
[Finally there's that warm feeling, the one that sends out signals to her brain to release oxytocin, which in return floods her with dopamine as Jesse pushes himself inside her. Natasha moans long and low, tightening her muscles around him. She's fit, and knows how to squeeze him just right as he finds his best rhythm. Her body floods around him again, and she lifts her hips to his every slow thrust. It's everything she imagined it would be. He knows how to use himself, and she matches that exactly, reading him as he does her. Her training is every bit as thorough as his. ]
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When he slips his cock along her folds, sliding along the massive amounts of wetness still lingering from his earlier enjoyment, she can't help but moan softly, tossing her hair about, tangling it up against the blue cloth. Then there's his engorged tip, the flat of it damp with his own come against her oversensitive nub. It hits her like a tiny electrified magic wand, forcing her to reach out and grips the edge of the table so she can dig her fingers into something solid least she jump up off the damn surface all together. ]
Jesus fuck, Jesse.
[Finally there's that warm feeling, the one that sends out signals to her brain to release oxytocin, which in return floods her with dopamine as Jesse pushes himself inside her. Natasha moans long and low, tightening her muscles around him. She's fit, and knows how to squeeze him just right as he finds his best rhythm. Her body floods around him again, and she lifts her hips to his every slow thrust. It's everything she imagined it would be. He knows how to use himself, and she matches that exactly, reading him as he does her. Her training is every bit as thorough as his. ]
Mngh. You feel so fucking good inside me. God.