16.Jan.21, 03:32 PM
Soft tremors that clenched and unclenched around his shaft trying to milk every spec of cum from his body as Pendalier's hips started to slow their frantic thrusts. He leaned into her kiss as she nuzzled his face and pressed his mouth against her shoulder again before slipping from her body. He groaned with the sensation, one last pulse wetting his own thighs as he rolled away from her to stand smoothly. "Don't move," he told her and went to the water basin to bring back a damp towel to begin wiping the evidence of his lovemaking from between her thighs.
Cleaning the evidence of his drawn-out lust for Esille always gave him a sense of satisfaction and heightened his ego even more. Her swollen folds and sweat-dampened skin pleased him, told him everything he needed to know about her own pleasure and how she'd achieved it. It was terribly addictive and Pen loved every minute, every second of what he could do to her. When he was satisfied, Pendalier gave himself much the same treatment, washing the cum off his shaft and thighs before tossing the rag to the side and reached for the blanket draped over his sofa.
He settled next to her, uncaring that the floor might be uncomfortable, and covered them both before tucking her tightly against his body. "I think you've earned some peace and sleep," he murmured against her ear and pressed a kiss at the nape of her neck, "For now anyway." It was up to her to decide whether his last words were a threat or a promise, Pen didn't give her a hint of which before arms tightened around her and he heaved a relaxed sigh.
Cleaning the evidence of his drawn-out lust for Esille always gave him a sense of satisfaction and heightened his ego even more. Her swollen folds and sweat-dampened skin pleased him, told him everything he needed to know about her own pleasure and how she'd achieved it. It was terribly addictive and Pen loved every minute, every second of what he could do to her. When he was satisfied, Pendalier gave himself much the same treatment, washing the cum off his shaft and thighs before tossing the rag to the side and reached for the blanket draped over his sofa.
He settled next to her, uncaring that the floor might be uncomfortable, and covered them both before tucking her tightly against his body. "I think you've earned some peace and sleep," he murmured against her ear and pressed a kiss at the nape of her neck, "For now anyway." It was up to her to decide whether his last words were a threat or a promise, Pen didn't give her a hint of which before arms tightened around her and he heaved a relaxed sigh.