[Even that small prod against her was against warm, wet Rachel and good god on a crutch, he wanted more. He lowered down to his elbows, one knee lifting a little higher to spread her legs a little wider -- oops -- and he was debating on putting a hand down to angle himself right, but that shift had him pressing in, sliding over her, then sort of almost into her. Into the warmth between her lips as he just sort of... hummed.]
God... Rach. You... god.
[Another small press and, oh, hello. That was definitely his cock inside his girlfriend a little bit.]
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God... Rach. You... god.
[Another small press and, oh, hello. That was definitely his cock inside his girlfriend a little bit.]