Hearing Molly use a word like fuck sent a wave of need through Will that was so intense that he felt suddenly dizzy, his breath shuddering out of him in a low, broken moan. The feeling only increased when Molly bucked forward against him, his fingers pressed obscenely deep into her wet, warm cunt, her mouth against him to steal a desperate, messy kiss.
"Yes," he groaned, fucking her sharply with his hand for a few more thrusts before he pulled his fingers free, pausing to rub his thumb against her clit for a moment before he moved to brace his hands on her hips and pull her closer. His full, thick cock pressed against the slit of her now, and he tilted his hips to rub the line of it against her, his head tipped down to watch the way they moved together, her slickness making his skin shiny.
His breathing was hectic, desperate, and the more he moved the more shaky it sounded, Molly's breath matching it. "Oh god, Molly," he whimpered, pausing to swallow hard as he reached between them to take his dick in hand, shifting back so he could angle the end of it down toward Molly's snatch. His fingers slid along it until he could touch both himself and her at once, searching out the wetness of her, pressing the head of his cock into the damp hollow.
"Take me," he said gently but heatedly, his dark eyes locked on hers. All she had to do was lift up and push down and he'd be inside her, and he fought to control his breathing as he waited, so ready to feel her around him, to have the warm wetness of her enclosing him, to hear her voice as she took him deep, to feel her pleasure flow through him alongside his own.
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"Yes," he groaned, fucking her sharply with his hand for a few more thrusts before he pulled his fingers free, pausing to rub his thumb against her clit for a moment before he moved to brace his hands on her hips and pull her closer. His full, thick cock pressed against the slit of her now, and he tilted his hips to rub the line of it against her, his head tipped down to watch the way they moved together, her slickness making his skin shiny.
His breathing was hectic, desperate, and the more he moved the more shaky it sounded, Molly's breath matching it. "Oh god, Molly," he whimpered, pausing to swallow hard as he reached between them to take his dick in hand, shifting back so he could angle the end of it down toward Molly's snatch. His fingers slid along it until he could touch both himself and her at once, searching out the wetness of her, pressing the head of his cock into the damp hollow.
"Take me," he said gently but heatedly, his dark eyes locked on hers. All she had to do was lift up and push down and he'd be inside her, and he fought to control his breathing as he waited, so ready to feel her around him, to have the warm wetness of her enclosing him, to hear her voice as she took him deep, to feel her pleasure flow through him alongside his own.