When he pulls out slowly, leaving his flared head rubbing against your hole. When he dips in, and pulls out— when he repeats that motion, over and over again.
Does the focus on your entrance overwhelm you? The repeated tug at that tight ring of muscle, the way that sticky sound echos through the room….
When he pulls out, and slaps his cock against your fat, puffy clit. Oozing a little pre, making sure to spread it all over that cute little hard nub.
He’ll push back into you with a squelch, continuing to tease at the first few inches of your entrance. Fucking shallowly into you, while making the lewdest sounds. Maybe he’ll spank your clit, just to feel you squeeze so tight, you push his cock out. He dives right back in, of course. He wouldn’t want to waste a moment out while your hole is fluttering like that.
He has to keep slowly pushing in— maybe it would be easier if he stopped spanking that poor clit of yours. But the flutter of your walls around him milks him so well. Why would he stop?
He grips your fat clit, and strokes it firmly. Pinning your hands when you try to push him away, to make the overstimulation stop. He keeps going, stroking your little cock while he breeds your hole.
After he’s cum, he insists that this is for your own good. Rubbing numbing cream all over your attentive, over-sensitive cock. Numbness took over slowly, but surely. This doesn’t stop him from continuing to play with it. Keeping you standing at attention and throbbing, by caressing a callused thumb over it.
“Milk my cock. That’s it baby, good boy.” His thrusts become lazy, bathing in the pleasure of you.
It’s going to be a long, long night.
