you roll your hips against his, his big, blue hands gently squeezing the soft flesh of your waist, his eyes unfocused and hazy as low moans fall from the slightly parted and kiss-swollen lips of your mate. All that big talk had left him the second you joined your kuru with his, his voice faltering and eyes rolling back while his hips bucked up into the warm embrace of your slick cunt.
It was rare to see your mate like that, Miles usually enjoyed having you at his mercy, but he couldn't deny how nice it felt to give up that control from time to time. (he would never admit that out loud, though)
So here you were, slowly grinding your hips in small circles as you rode your big, intimidating beast of a boyfriend as he softly moaned and whimpered for you. His hands were all over you, wandering up your sides to squeeze the pillowy fat of your breasts and back down again to lazily wrap around your torso as he pulled you closer for a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss. The movement of your hips never stops as your arms wrap around his neck to keep kissing him, the taste of your mates lips feeling like the greatest luxury you could think of.
He drank up all the whispered praises that fell from your lips in between the moans and kisses you shared, mindlessly nodding along as you told him how good he was doing for you and how no one else could ever make you feel as good as he did.
You can't even blame him for how quickly he cums with the most needy moan, he's just so whipped for you and your glossy pussy just feels so perfect wrapped so snuggly around his cock <3
