The song can be played for extra effect.
Also, I use google translate so if the french is wrong my bad shorties
Timothee's P.O.V :
I pulled out of her hearing a small whimper escape from her mouth hearing that made me want to fuck her all over again but I decided against it. I laid down staring up at the ceiling I felt her role into my side and nuzzled into me "I love you, Timmy".
"Je t'aime encore plus poupée"(I love you more doll) I said wrapping my arms around her.
"what" I just laughed and kissed the top of her head "your hair is quite messy" I started to comb my fingers through the tangles.
"So is my crotch but I'm not complaining now am I" I smiled at her and bent down to kiss her nose.
"Why are you so fucking pretty how about round two" she rolled her eyes and smiled giving me a quick peck on the lips.
"Do you mean like round ten my bodies already sore" I started to rub her back, to be honest, I felt a bit shitty I had been a bit ruffer than usual. I flipped myself to be hovering over her careful not to put any extra weight on her. She looked up at me with concern in her eyes "what's wrong Mr. yeet skirt" I smiled at the nickname. She tilted her head in confusion as she said, "Are you alright, Timmy?"
"Did I go too hard" she started to laugh she pulled me into a gentle yet passionate kiss. I felt her smile into to kiss this was something she always did I always found this calming and a reminder she truly did love me as much as I loved her.
Even as she pulled away from me, she still wore her famous smile "of course not if you did I would tell you ok?"
"Ok pretty girl"
"I love you, Timmy"
"I love you more"
