[Shaw can tell she's aching and the truth is that he's just as desperate to sink himself into her, but there's a game to play, a role he needs to fulfill, and he does it well, if he says so himself.]
Please what, dear? I know you can beg so much better than that.
[As incentive, he teases her slit with a bit more rubbing with the tip of his cock.]
[Making a noise of frustration, she presses back against him a little, trying not to give him the satisfaction of her squirming too much. The end result is her having to stop and simply breathe, focusing on the feel of his rubbing against her. Whining a bit, she drops her head down, giving in. Her pride can be set aside this time.]
[Shaw's hips roll and in a single thrust, he's buried inside of her heat. He groans from the heady combination of wet and tight that he enjoys so much whenever he's in her. He's won this particular little battle, but Shaw's got a feeling that Clara knows quite well that he can be just as desperate to fuck her as she can be to be fucked.]
[She knows that fact very well, and she uses it to her advantage as she tries to take control away from him. Bent over this way, it's easy to shift forward and slam back, grinding against him as she forces her body to take him in fully. The move makes her groan as her hands grip hold of the sofa, and she uses her hold to help her repeat the motion several more times. She's lost all pretense of having patience, and now just is attempting to get herself off as rough and fast as possible.]
[Shaw's taking a moment to adjust to the molten-hot vise grip of Clara's body when she starts to move and push herself against him. Smiling, he waits and watches while she rocks her body back, driving herself onto his cock.] Oh, I like that. Do it, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on my cock.
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[Shaw can tell she's aching and the truth is that he's just as desperate to sink himself into her, but there's a game to play, a role he needs to fulfill, and he does it well, if he says so himself.]
Please what, dear? I know you can beg so much better than that.
[As incentive, he teases her slit with a bit more rubbing with the tip of his cock.]
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Your cock, inside me. Now, please. I'm desperate!
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[Shaw's hips roll and in a single thrust, he's buried inside of her heat. He groans from the heady combination of wet and tight that he enjoys so much whenever he's in her. He's won this particular little battle, but Shaw's got a feeling that Clara knows quite well that he can be just as desperate to fuck her as she can be to be fucked.]
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