[He'll look forward to grabbing her boobs at every given (private) opportunity going forward, thank you very much. For now, he's... yeah. Getting a bit restless, but Mio is too, right? Noah can tell. He may not be the best at reading people's emotions, but it'd be hard not to notice her muscles squeezing around his cock and the wetness just begging him to get a move on.
Farewell for now, little booba. Noah straightens out his arms, and positioned above her, takes one last look at the way Mio's sprawled out beneath him. This is the sort of sight he'll never tire of seeing, he's sure, drawing his hips back, gently thrusting forward, and marveling at the seamless way their bodies come together. For now, that's the pace he'll settle on: ginger but firm, his eagerness betraying him.]
...How's that? You've softened up a lot.
[And she's wetter than a waterfall, but that goes without saying. Noah has enough sense not to comment on her, uh, moisture level?]
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Farewell for now, little booba. Noah straightens out his arms, and positioned above her, takes one last look at the way Mio's sprawled out beneath him. This is the sort of sight he'll never tire of seeing, he's sure, drawing his hips back, gently thrusting forward, and marveling at the seamless way their bodies come together. For now, that's the pace he'll settle on: ginger but firm, his eagerness betraying him.]
...How's that? You've softened up a lot.
[And she's wetter than a waterfall, but that goes without saying. Noah has enough sense not to comment on her, uh, moisture level?]