His hands are filled with my breasts, while his hard shaft hardens even more against my lower back.
“We will get what we can get…” he murmurs, hoarse. “Before you go away…”
“We don’t know if that will happen…” I say in response, using the same inclusive ‘we’.
He chuckles quietly, squeezing my chest.
“We know it, baby. That’s what makes this so good.”
“He doesn’t even know it…” I mumble, pushing against his hands while arching my back and grinding my backside into his groin.
“He knows exactly what he does,” he murmurs against my ear, kneading my chest, and making my center wet.