[ Each sharp tug of his hair sparks pink dots behind Hei's eyes. His whole body is electric; tongues of blue static seem to lick and pop out his pores. But he keeps her close. Forcing himself another inch inside her, then pulling halfway out. In again. Another inch -- his cock twitching with each jolt the vibrator feeds. Out again. Creating a syrupy rhythm that keeps her poised on the edge. So she feels herself riding, sliding, gliding along his shaft. Cupping a hand around each of her kneecaps, he runs the palms up her thighs. They feel so cool against his burning skin. It's as if his whole body is alight, thrumming like a high-tension powerline. ]
[ Almost lazily, his lips feed on hers. His hands continue roaming; caressing her with widespread palms, running the curve of her back into the swell of the buttocks. Pinching her breasts, stretching her nipples one at a time, letting them go, then stretching them again, in sync with his movements. The weight and softness of her, the warmth, is delightful. He could easily spill just from that. ]
[ But he wants to wring as much pleasure out of this as he can. ]
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[ Almost lazily, his lips feed on hers. His hands continue roaming; caressing her with widespread palms, running the curve of her back into the swell of the buttocks. Pinching her breasts, stretching her nipples one at a time, letting them go, then stretching them again, in sync with his movements. The weight and softness of her, the warmth, is delightful. He could easily spill just from that. ]
[ But he wants to wring as much pleasure out of this as he can. ]