He was a very gentle person.
Not at all eager or rough; even when holding her tightly, his movements were slow and careful. His organ entered the entrance, exploring deeper bit by bit, grinding against the layers of folds, expanding the tight passage.
Roy couldn't withstand this torment.
She hooked Geoffrey's waist, brushing her toes against his tense spine: "Hurry up."
Geoffrey's breathing became chaotic, instinctively thrusting all the way in. Roy let out a cry, her thighs trembling, her chest rising and falling erratically. Her body was filled to the brim, as if there weren't any gaps left, with the man pressing against her, wanting to merge her into his body, never to separate.
She thought of Soto; the Beastman's physique was too large, and his organ excessively exaggerated. So every time they made love, it was necessary to be mindful, lifting her body by the waist, the thick rod stirring inside her, intensely reaching an extreme distance between their waists.
