[His hand comes down hard the moment she manages to gasp the word out. It interrupts his rhythm, as he pauses briefly but then quickly resumes with a forward shove of his hips to bury himself inside. He let's the drag back out be slow, only to strike hard and deep again and this time he times it so his hand smacks her rump at that same moment, leaving a stinging patch of red skin where he's now hit her twice.
And then she gets a little break as his nails dig into her hips and he bends low over her back as he moves in and out, his breath hot on the back of her neck. He shudders with pleasure, and his movements become less regular, as all that tight heat gripping him starts to make him lose his focus.]
Come for me, milagrita.
[His hair is hanging in his eyes and his breath is ragged. He'll hold out as long as he can, but fuck, she's his weakness and he's so close. He'll give her everything he can, leave her sore enough to remember this in the morning.]
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And then she gets a little break as his nails dig into her hips and he bends low over her back as he moves in and out, his breath hot on the back of her neck. He shudders with pleasure, and his movements become less regular, as all that tight heat gripping him starts to make him lose his focus.]
Come for me, milagrita.
[His hair is hanging in his eyes and his breath is ragged. He'll hold out as long as he can, but fuck, she's his weakness and he's so close. He'll give her everything he can, leave her sore enough to remember this in the morning.]