Sure, kiss you gentle. Fuck you rough. Grab you by the hips and pull you on and off my cock. [Almost idly, then his voice lowers again to punctuate the thoughts of particular interest:]
Grab the back of your neck, grab your hip, shove you down on it until it hits the spot. [There's a soft growl in his voice, then he pauses to listen to her licking.
At the question, he chuckles.]
I want to focus on you. I want your fingers deep in you, find me the parts of you that make you sing.
O-Okay. [It's probably clear from the uncertainty in her voice, despite her clear excitement, that she doesn't often do things like this. Nebula lets out a gasp as she plunges her metal fingers back deep into her cunt, pumping them with increasing speed-- so much that it's getting hard to keep up with the words and what she'd do to him in return and what she'd like.
She didn't usually cede control like this, much preferring to give orders. The reasons she's not now are just as obvious as they are troubling. Her fingers grow more furious, but she manages to pant out words.] I want... I would want your cock to make me scream. My fingers are not going to d-do as good a j-job.
It is actually getting a little hard not to stroke himself, but he simply shifts and restrains himself. He doesn't want to miss a second from her, not one little breath.]
You're doing a good job. [He says, sensing uncertainty from her.]
You do it well-- getting me worked up. I bet those pretty fingers know how to get you off-- know all the good places-- I can help you find more.
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Grab the back of your neck, grab your hip, shove you down on it until it hits the spot. [There's a soft growl in his voice, then he pauses to listen to her licking.
At the question, he chuckles.]
I want to focus on you. I want your fingers deep in you, find me the parts of you that make you sing.
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She didn't usually cede control like this, much preferring to give orders. The reasons she's not now are just as obvious as they are troubling. Her fingers grow more furious, but she manages to pant out words.] I want... I would want your cock to make me scream. My fingers are not going to d-do as good a j-job.
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[That's not a threat, that's a promise.
It is actually getting a little hard not to stroke himself, but he simply shifts and restrains himself. He doesn't want to miss a second from her, not one little breath.]
You're doing a good job. [He says, sensing uncertainty from her.]
You do it well-- getting me worked up. I bet those pretty fingers know how to get you off-- know all the good places-- I can help you find more.