His will was breaking, control rapidly reaching burnout as he slid against her, causing her to whimper. Green eyes closed as he slowly slid inside, feeling her stretching slightly to accommodate him; he would never become accustomed to the fact he was always slightly too big for her, flesh tight around him as he thrust, gently at first, until something inside him snapped, roaring as he drove deep and hard inside her, pulling roughly on her hips as he rocked, pounding harshly, animalistically into her, intense pleasure shooting through him as he lost himself inside her, back arching as he filled her with his seed, her name on his lips.
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Fact: Only one man in 400 is flexible enough to give himself oral pleasure. It's estimated, however, that all 400 have given it their best shot at some point.