He smiles as she moans and rocks against him, shivering and tense as he finds the spot he'd sought. His hands rove her legs, sliding and stroking the length of them as he fucks into her, delighted and wholly focused. Well. As much as could be expected.
His cock was so hard it pained him, throbbing and full to bursting--it was flushed an angry sort of red against the slick pink and flush of her cunt. Each gliding stroke is a cruel, torturous tease--each thrust had his balls tense and his cock jerk and no relief came to him. The heat in his gut wound higher and higher, stealing reason and words, and his poetry became little more than hushed compliments and repetition of her name.
The world narrowed and, the fluttering of her around him, the way her head tossed and her hands gripped the bedding, palmed her own breast--this was all he could focus on.
"You are a symphony, lovely," Jaskier praised, tender and awed, and his hand fell between them to rest above her cunt, to press down just so and keep that spot in hard contact with his cock.
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His cock was so hard it pained him, throbbing and full to bursting--it was flushed an angry sort of red against the slick pink and flush of her cunt. Each gliding stroke is a cruel, torturous tease--each thrust had his balls tense and his cock jerk and no relief came to him. The heat in his gut wound higher and higher, stealing reason and words, and his poetry became little more than hushed compliments and repetition of her name.
The world narrowed and, the fluttering of her around him, the way her head tossed and her hands gripped the bedding, palmed her own breast--this was all he could focus on.
"You are a symphony, lovely," Jaskier praised, tender and awed, and his hand fell between them to rest above her cunt, to press down just so and keep that spot in hard contact with his cock.