Chapter 686

• He kept her there, pinned her on him, rubbed her pussy lips against the hilt of him, and watched her squirm. Her head lulled back, putting her face out of view, but when he pulled and thrust into her again, her head bounced and exposed her delirious expression, including her long tongue hanging out.
• He thrust again, and she bounced again, squeaking like a toy each time. Something about her high-pitched but weak sounds sent heat through him, had his muscles flexing, his grip tightening, and he thrust harder. The sound of whimpers and mewls, the desperate pants, her squeezing insides desperate to hold on to him, it was all like a drug.
• He pulled the little gremla deep, lifted her up, hugged her tight to his chest, and came. She didn't hug him back, legs still limp and spread around his, arms dangling, but her head lulled forward and pressed to his shoulder. Tiny shivers worked through her, and her insides milked him with random spasms as her juices trickled down his testicles, but were quickly lost in his own cum. He hugged her tighter, squished her dainty body to his chest, and stroked the back of her neck as she mewled into his shoulder.