take it slow, take it easy on me

Denny had her face pressed into the pillow in a poor attempt to muffle any and all of her pitiful moans while you fucked her from behind. The way your length moved along the insides of her walls, your tip just barely brushing against her prostate, made it impossible for her to do anything but lay there and take it.

"Such a good girl for me, Denny," you sweetly cooed, a hand reaching down to gently brush her hair back from her shoulder so you could lean in to give the slightly sweaty area a kiss. She'd started to grow her hair out, and now it was a longish bob that stopped just below her chin.

Her bangs, which were also longer now than before, were messy and ruffled given the way she kept hiding her face despite your reassurances that you thought her noises were pretty. Anytime you called her pretty, it made her melt inside.

A shiver went down her spine at the feeling of your fingers playing with the strap of her bra as you continued to thrust in and out of her with a relentlessly quick pace. She had slight buds growing on her chest from the estrogen shots she'd started taking recently, but she still preferred to have sex with them covered if she could help it.

Part of her always felt a little self-conscious about her breast size, even though she knew as a doctor that they'd likely get bigger the longer she was on HRT for. You thought she looked gorgeous either way, but understood why she preferred to keep herself partially covered, so you didn't push the issue.

"Mmph-! Mrgh…" she whimpered upon the feeling of herself getting closer to the edge, her dick rock hard against the sheets beneath her and throbbing aggressively from all the rutting and humping and grinding she'd been doing.

"What is it, baby, hm? What's wrong, pretty girl?" You softly murmured out the question, hand moving to rub her back in a soothing gesture. "Are you getting close, is that it?"

Denny did her best to nod, whining like a puppy who was begging for a treat. Her balls felt so heavy and tight, and you were pounding into her so well. She just needed a little bit more to push her over the edge-

"Here, pretty girl. Lemme help you." The hand that'd previously been on her back reached around her, insistently coaxing her hips to lift up slightly from where she laid face-down beneath you. A series of mewls were drawn from her lips when you wrapped your hand around her cock and began jerking her off, precum leaking from her flushed tip and dribbling onto your fist from the stimulation.

"Ah- Ah, ah-! Mhm-" Her noises filled the room completely, joining the sound of skin slapping together that came from every meeting of your hips and her ass with each thrust that was given. She came all over your hand with a desperate cry, attempting to press her ass up so she could take your member in deeper while simultaneously trying to move her dick closer to your hand as her hot and sticky seed exploded all over the place.

"Good girl, Denny," she heard your voice from somewhere behind her, full of adoration and pride even as she collapsed further onto the bed from exhaustion. "You take me so well, did you know that? So well. You did so good for me."

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Trinity sat before you, slumped down on the sofa as he observed with hooded eyes where you knelt in front of him, your lips wrapped around his silicone cock. The way you bobbed your head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper, all while maintaining eye contact--it was enough to almost cause him to bust in his boxers, right then and there.

He swore that deep down he could feel your wet and warm mouth as it gagged on and fondled his length, the obscene sucking noises filling the air and mixing with his pitiful little whines of arousal. It was too much and yet not enough at the same time, and he found himself desperately wanting more.

You finally pulled off him with a soft popping sound, the strap now covered with the drool from your mouth and glistening tantalizing in the light from it. "Pretty boy," you instantly cooed, and he felt his face flush despite himself.

How dare you use such petnames against him when you know he's already mere seconds away from falling apart.

"I wanna get on top, is that okay?" You murmured out the question in a low and soothing tone, your eyes holding reassurance that you'd be okay if he said no.

But he didn't, because right now he wanted you to be on top of him as much as you did. "Y- Yeah, that's okay," he somehow managed to breath out, hoping to God the sound of his heart pounding in his chest wasn't nearly as loud as his own two ears deemed it to be.

You nodded in acknowledgement at his words, removing your pants and underwear (which you left behind on the floor) before carefully getting in his lap and lining up the tip of his strap with your hole. You reached out to hold onto his shoulders, using your grip on them to help steady yourself as you slowly and steadily lowered yourself onto the waiting strap, easing it inside.

Trinity couldn't stop himself from staring in awe at you, his hands fumbling and fidgeting with the fabric of the couch cushion he sat on before the sound of your voice drifted into his ears.

"It's okay, Trin. You can touch me if you want to."

At that, his hands hesitated only briefly before shooting out to grab onto your hips, fingers sinking into them in a last ditch effort of keeping himself grounded. The feeling of his touch caused you to let out a quiet groan, and he whimpered in turn at the sound of it.

Only after you'd properly adjusted to the length and width of the fake cock resting inside you did you begin to move, rolling your hips and bouncing lightly in his lap to a steady rhythm that only you seemed to be aware of. He certainly wasn't, far too busy trying not to pass out from the sheer level of horniness he felt upon not only having you on top of him, but hearing the words that were falling from your lips also.

"You're so handsome, Trin… Such a pretty and handsome boy, did you know that?… You're making me feel so good, baby, so good…"

His brain was foggy from all the praise being sent in his direction, and all he could do at that point was sit back and live in the moment, far too lost in his haze to properly react to anything that was going on. It was an absolutely heavenly thing to experience, and in that moment he was certain there was no place he'd rather be.

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