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One of his calloused hands slides down the length of your spine, the other holding your hip with a bruising force as he rocks you back and forth.

Your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, face stuffed into his neck to inhale his musky scent while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

"Good girl, just like that, doing so good for me," he groans, and although you can't see his face, a wave of goosebumps coat your skin at the thought of his already fucked out face underneath that mask.

The zipper of his pants grinds against your bare core, and you whine into him at the feeling of your slick forming a wet patch, already embarrassed enough by the fact he's the only one clothed.

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, pleasure consuming your body, your thoughts filled with nothing but him, his touch, his smell, his gruff voice, the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip up the side of his neck.

You can feel yourself slowly unravelling in his hands as he picks up the pace, your orgasm simmering just under the surface of your flesh with every pass of his bulge on your clit.

"C'mon baby, cum for me, you're doing so good sweetheart just let it all out," he coos, and it's enough to push you over the edge, because a second later you're gushing all over his clothes while he sings praises against your skin.

He continues to rock you as you come down from your high, the couch creaking while the remnants of your orgasm further stain his thighs. He doesn't seem to mind though, his lips capturing yours in a kiss as he man handles you to lay beneath him.

"Think you got another one in you?" He chuckles, already undoing his belt and pulling the waistband of his pants down.