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Telling me the pace is killing him, and at the same time asking me to delay his orgasm. "You are not in a hurry anymore?" "No. I want this for an hour." "All right." "Promise?" "I promise nothing. I will go slow. You will hold what you can hold." He laughs, then groans because the laugh moved my cock inside him and that did things to him I can read on his face from six inches away. I keep giving him the slow version. The version where I don’t move my mouth from his neck for ten minutes at a stretch. Just kissing and licking and nibbling while slowly moving in and out of him.

Maybe slow and sensual sex can be fun too, or maybe any sex with Alex would send her orgasms sky-high. I slowly rolled to the side, so I wouldn't collapse on top of her but I made a point of keeping my hard cock buried in her pussy. Mom and I lay together, lazily kissing and slowly stroking each other's bodies for several minutes, as we enjoyed our post-orgasm highs. We both moaned as our kissing and stroking became more passionate. Mom moaned deeply as she writhed against me, making my hard cock jerk inside her.

I couldn't care less how fast or slow she was doing it. Besides, the slow deliberate pace seemed right for the situation. Kiah's hands rested gently on my chest, and she kissed me. My fingers dug lightly into the skin just above her hips. It was slow, sensual. Natural light and a little bit of heat filtering into the bedroom through the windows. The soft feel of the sheets on our naked bodies. Our mouths and tongues exploring around each other. Kiah's sex gripping and squeezing around my cock with each slow movement of her hips. It was bliss. Paradise.

Slowly, he enters me, and I arch my back as the desire envelops me. "Oh God!" I cry out in ecstasy. I brace myself and rotate my hips to meet his slow yet deliberate thrusts. He stretches me beyond my expectations, penetrating deeper than ever, striking my G-spot, completely consuming me, lost in a realm of passion and desire. He withdraws gradually and completely, then thrusts back into me with intense force, causing me to cry out in desire and lose my sanity. I grip his shoulders as he maintains his slow yet rhythmic pace, making my legs quiver with lust and compelling me to plead for mercy.

He then lapped his tongue on my sensitive skin and reduced his speed without hindering the rocking motion of his hips. His dick deliciously slid and filled me up, excitingly and slowly. It was driving me wild, and my eagerness for him fucking me hard against the wall vanished, leaving me pleasantly surprised at how much I loved his soft slowness. “Are you enjoying every inch of me?” “Yes,” I answered in a throaty, sexy voice. “God, yes!”

Slowly she goes up and down, making me rock hard in an instant. “Hailey? What are you doing here? When did you come back?” I was confused as the last time I knew she was still missing. Did Serafino find her? “What do you mean, what am I doing here? Don’t you remember last night, O… maybe I must show you?” she says as she slides down to my crock, taking it into her mouth. I was still so shocked that I could not believe what was happening, but god damn it felt good. I take her head in my hands and bring her up for a very passionate kiss while turning her onto her back. While our tongs do their dance of passion, my hand does their down dance down to her wetness that was soaking, dripping down

He whispers in her ear, “I need to go slow this time; I want to remember this.” She nods, “You lead; I’ll follow.” She whispers back, he grins and slowly moves her slowly. She thrills at the sensations, so different from mere minutes ago. He leans her back a little, finding her sweet spot. She quivers and braces herself, putting one hand on the mattress, the other on his shoulder. He groans at the new angle she’s made, and she smiles at him. He continues his slow thrusts, pulling her up and down his length.

I place my forehead against his shoulder to evade embarrassment, but his other hand grabs my hair, pulling it down to expose my face. "I want to watch you. I enjoy watching you come," his voice is thick, eyes dark with lust. My breath shudders. He picks up his pace, in and out, fucking me. "I'm coming! " I cry. My stomach feels like it's about to explode. Suddenly, his fingers become excruciatingly slow. I narrow my gaze at him. "I adore your expressions," he whispers, kissing my eyebrow. I hold his wrist, urging him to go faster, but he doesn't oblige. His slow movements are killing me.

“Fuck… “,i moan in his ear. I can feel how much it’s taking for him to keep this slow—the way his muscles tense beneath my touch like he’s barely holding back from this. “You feel so good wrapped around me like this, sweetheart…” He deliberately slows down even more—his thrusts turning into slow, maddening rolls of his hips instead like he's trying to make me lose it completely,and it’s hella working. “Aideeen!” I moan his name,trying not to be so loud. The way he slowly grinds me feels different from our previous intercourses.He does it like an expert,groaning with each slow thrusts—my orgasm already building.