Remember when I made fun of your bedside manner? [ Back when he was dying. Now he feels he ought to make fun of her in bed manners as well. But sensing her desperation, his own not far behind, he hurries to slide the material down her legs before she changes her mind about this (he'd stop if she did, but the way she looks, opens her legs to him and moans gives him the green light to keep going). ]
Later, I want to taste you on my kitchen table. [ Make a meal out of her with his mouth between her legs, but for now, he'll push his own underwear down so he's naked as her, before covering her body with his own, grinding his cock up against where his fingers dipped earlier. Flesh on flesh has never felt this good. ] Dorothy... [ Her name sounds like a whine, like he wants to be inside her now but maybe it's too soon for her. ]
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Later, I want to taste you on my kitchen table. [ Make a meal out of her with his mouth between her legs, but for now, he'll push his own underwear down so he's naked as her, before covering her body with his own, grinding his cock up against where his fingers dipped earlier. Flesh on flesh has never felt this good. ] Dorothy... [ Her name sounds like a whine, like he wants to be inside her now but maybe it's too soon for her. ]