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Just by the way she breathed, the sounds she made, he knew she was afraid of the pain. Hastily, he shuffled himself from his pants so they and his underwear would slide to his knees. Rebecca's uncertainty had him convinced that he couldn't lay back while she did all the work. 'Maybe later...' he thought to himself. That would make a person with his disability have an easier time, but that mattered less than her.
As she lowered onto him, he pushed upward, letting her slowly take him in. Patrick let out an excited hiss as he entered her warm depths. It took all of his might to keep himself from jamming into her. Once he felt his head kiss her womb, he sat there and moaned, savouring the wet tightness as her muscles quivered anxiously.
Whilst holding her tightly with his arms, he scoot himself from the couch to lay her gently on the carpet, his form towering above her. Patrick got himself comfortably situated in between her legs, his arms planted themselves firmly on the floor with one hand tangling its fingers with her hair. This experience was going to be made memorable in every way he could.
"I'll be gentle," he promised in a whisper. "Just tell me when you'd like me to go faster." With that said, he pulled himself from her and thrust back in, his throat rumbling with a beastly moan as he did so. A slow rhythm was created in and out of her, his fingertips scratching affectionate at her scalp. Oh, how he wished he could see her face. He'd give anything just to see that mask of ecstasy, if for only one night. For the first time in his life, he had a woman pleasure.
As she lowered onto him, he pushed upward, letting her slowly take him in. Patrick let out an excited hiss as he entered her warm depths. It took all of his might to keep himself from jamming into her. Once he felt his head kiss her womb, he sat there and moaned, savouring the wet tightness as her muscles quivered anxiously.
Whilst holding her tightly with his arms, he scoot himself from the couch to lay her gently on the carpet, his form towering above her. Patrick got himself comfortably situated in between her legs, his arms planted themselves firmly on the floor with one hand tangling its fingers with her hair. This experience was going to be made memorable in every way he could.
"I'll be gentle," he promised in a whisper. "Just tell me when you'd like me to go faster." With that said, he pulled himself from her and thrust back in, his throat rumbling with a beastly moan as he did so. A slow rhythm was created in and out of her, his fingertips scratching affectionate at her scalp. Oh, how he wished he could see her face. He'd give anything just to see that mask of ecstasy, if for only one night. For the first time in his life, he had a woman pleasure.