[The tendril in her arms thickens again, combining with a few others to give itself some weight and girth to be held. It curls in her arms and over her shoulder, and in certain moments, feels almost like an arm draped over her back.
She asks for more, so more he gives her. No man can move with the rhythm he does, a ceaseless and unslowing thrust as deep as he can reach within her without hurting her. The tendril starts to thicken as she grows slicker, as he's concerned about her being unable to feel him any longer... unfounded concerns to be sure.
A second tendril crawls around her leg, from a similar spot as the one inside her. All at once he stops and pulls out of her, and for a moment it seems as though he's run into some kind of issue. Instead, the second tendril eases in where the first pulled out, and he tries to alternate them, one after the other. If one is good, then two is better, right?]
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She asks for more, so more he gives her. No man can move with the rhythm he does, a ceaseless and unslowing thrust as deep as he can reach within her without hurting her. The tendril starts to thicken as she grows slicker, as he's concerned about her being unable to feel him any longer... unfounded concerns to be sure.
A second tendril crawls around her leg, from a similar spot as the one inside her. All at once he stops and pulls out of her, and for a moment it seems as though he's run into some kind of issue. Instead, the second tendril eases in where the first pulled out, and he tries to alternate them, one after the other. If one is good, then two is better, right?]