Chatsex.
Chatsex. So strained muscles entrance so that even a small Hank came immediately, but covered by a dense ring, gradually overcoming considerable resistance.
He hid his face on my shoulder, breathing hotly in my neck and fast as a rabbit rhythmically up and down time on me, based on spread-eagled chest.
I helped Hank, rising to meet his thrusts and, simultaneously, to the beat of his hands pressed on his buttocks.
Chatsex.