[ yyeesss. he gives a raw sort of laugh, reaching forward with one hand to sink it into jizabel's hair and push it out of his face, rocking his hips upwards into the warmth and heat of his mouth. ]
[ the laugh turns into a growl halfway through at that, eyes narrowed and fingers tightening slightly against his scalp, his thrusts upwards short and fast. sorry bout your throat buddy. ]
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Come on. You can do more than that.
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and then pulls his head off him, with a pleased sigh. ]
Not bad.
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Hah... thank you.