He gets all flustered, not because of the way youāre grinding against himā his dick deep inside of you while your hips move sinfully over his. No. Heās all worked up because you keep telling him how pretty he is. āOh Mikey, look at you.ā while youāre gliding back and forth, a slick mess pooling between your bodies. āGod- youāre so pretty baby.ā as you bury him even deeper. Heās squirming. Submitting to your sweet whispers, with heavy eyelids, and his hands pulling at your hips. Little moans and whines of satisfaction seep from his chest as he listens to your praises purr from above. Letting out a quiet little āthank you,ā as he watches where your bodies connect, with sweaty curls clinging to his forehead and his head falling back into the pillows.