His cock was coated heavily in her juices, disappearing inch by inch into her, stretching her and pressing deep into her. His muscles were toned, flexing and moving perfectly as he moved, and some of his long, red brown hair fell into his face in strands.
He huffed and grunted as he moved slightly faster, digging his fingers into her leg as he tried to fight the slow build up to his climax. He wasn't close, but he still wanted to be careful.
He sadly, did not. Not yet anyways. He continued, working slowly up to a rough pace. He was brutal, slow and hard enough to send ripples through her body. This was blissful torture nearly at its worst.