[ He relishes in the beautiful sounds she makes. It's like a symphony composed specifically for him; its a personalized piece that's never quite the same but still just as beautiful each and every way. He loves it. He loves her, from the way her tail curls so cutely to the desperate grabs for him that she makes.
He doesn't mind the strength of her grip. Actually, he rather likes it if the way he moans softly himself is any indication. She could hurt him a little. He wouldn't mind, he doesn't think. It would actually be a good sign to him, the fact that he made her lose a little bit of her inhibition.
He feels the way that she rubs into his hand, the way her legs part just ever so slightly still for him. He applies just a little more pressure with his thumb and gives another gentle rub of his fingers against her increasingly wet sex. Without too much of a warning, he plunges one finger into the hot, tight space to gauge her reaction. One finger might not be much to most people but, well, he does try to keep his wife's limitations in mind. ]
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He doesn't mind the strength of her grip. Actually, he rather likes it if the way he moans softly himself is any indication. She could hurt him a little. He wouldn't mind, he doesn't think. It would actually be a good sign to him, the fact that he made her lose a little bit of her inhibition.
He feels the way that she rubs into his hand, the way her legs part just ever so slightly still for him. He applies just a little more pressure with his thumb and gives another gentle rub of his fingers against her increasingly wet sex. Without too much of a warning, he plunges one finger into the hot, tight space to gauge her reaction. One finger might not be much to most people but, well, he does try to keep his wife's limitations in mind. ]