It was almost overwhelming when Molly started to move, enveloped by her tight, hot body, the feeling of her permeating Will entirely. At first he let Molly set the pace, rocking against him, taking him deeper each time she pressed back down. It felt incredible, the clutch of her, the heat and wetness, the sound of her voice, shaking with pleasure and need. Will watched her face as she rode him, the way desire flashed in her lust darkened eyes, skin flushed, mouth parted as she panted and gasped. He moaned with each thrust of her body around him, his own need building inside him like a steadily growing fire.
After a few minutes of laying back and letting Molly take him, she moved his hands to touch her and Will understood what she wanted, his fingers stroking her, finding her clitoris again and rubbing her. He did what he could to move beneath her, pushing his pelvis upward to meet the downward shifts of her body, bringing them together more solidly.
"Molly," he groaned, his free hand moving into the small of her back, holding her as they moved together. He was glad she was on him, was setting the pace, because he was so aroused by her, wanted her so badly that he wasn't sure he would be able to control himself if he were on top of her. She'd said she wanted him to take her, to screw her through the bed and he wanted it too, but not this not, not before she was ready for it. Beneath her he could watch her move, could see her breasts bouncing and the muscles in her stomach and legs bunching with the effort of fucking herself down on him, could tip his head and watch his cock disappear into her slick, hot pussy.
It was almost too much, seeing all those things, hearing the sounds of their harsh breathing mingling, the squeaking of the mattress, feeling Molly's pleasure inside him, echoing in his head alongside his own. He moaned hotly, his fingers still moving in tight circles against her clit, and made himself breathe deeply, trying to hold off his orgasm as it bubbled insistently just beneath the surface of him. "Oh god, Molly, you feel so good," he whimpered, his body shaking, so close to coming apart.
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After a few minutes of laying back and letting Molly take him, she moved his hands to touch her and Will understood what she wanted, his fingers stroking her, finding her clitoris again and rubbing her. He did what he could to move beneath her, pushing his pelvis upward to meet the downward shifts of her body, bringing them together more solidly.
"Molly," he groaned, his free hand moving into the small of her back, holding her as they moved together. He was glad she was on him, was setting the pace, because he was so aroused by her, wanted her so badly that he wasn't sure he would be able to control himself if he were on top of her. She'd said she wanted him to take her, to screw her through the bed and he wanted it too, but not this not, not before she was ready for it. Beneath her he could watch her move, could see her breasts bouncing and the muscles in her stomach and legs bunching with the effort of fucking herself down on him, could tip his head and watch his cock disappear into her slick, hot pussy.
It was almost too much, seeing all those things, hearing the sounds of their harsh breathing mingling, the squeaking of the mattress, feeling Molly's pleasure inside him, echoing in his head alongside his own. He moaned hotly, his fingers still moving in tight circles against her clit, and made himself breathe deeply, trying to hold off his orgasm as it bubbled insistently just beneath the surface of him. "Oh god, Molly, you feel so good," he whimpered, his body shaking, so close to coming apart.