Her body tightened so much around his it felt like he would loose his dick within her. It’s so, so different to last time it’s incredible and he feels her warmth, her juices pushing against his body and he’s certain he may have some scratch marks come morning but he cares little about that. Who sees him shirtless? She does. Nobody else. Jack, startled, cries out as his hips give just a few more rocks, sped up, deep, pushing into her, before his release hits him like a bat to the head.
He cums, hard, in a few bursts, deep within her. Jack’s eyes widen at the sensation, of not having it stick to his shaft like the condom had, or how it felt when he masturbated and his seed would end up staining his fist and stomach, and legs.
It’s unlike anything else.
“I love you,” he whispers softly, voice strained. “I love you I love you I love you I can’t say it enough but I have to try…” he says shakily, caressing her face, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead, her hair; any and everything.
Jack Maple 