Mateo
Worries about size - whether that's height or, ahem, otherwise - are for straight white men who are not Mateo Taliesin. Having fucked (and been fucked) in a variety of situations and by men and women larger than both he and Charlie, what really stands out for the botanist is her hedonistic enthusiasm above all else. Devouring her lips in a kiss as if he might be able to taste her compliments as well as hear them, he's been in enough brothels to know when words are just words - and gods if Charlie doesn't deliver well beyond that.
"I am only ever as good as my partner," he croons back to her, the words murmured against her throat as he increases his pace and moans out a note of blissful indulgence against her skin. Shifting just enough that he might get his knees beneath him, Mateo grasps her petite form, his hands feeling large and all-encompassing against her hips. From this angle he has the pleasure of being able to watch himself fuck her in earnest, not to mention giving her the space to pleasure herself at will.
"Dei, potrei scoparti tutto il giorno," he moans, wild with the snapdragon, the beaming sun overhead and the gorgeous woman beneath him.
"I am only ever as good as my partner," he croons back to her, the words murmured against her throat as he increases his pace and moans out a note of blissful indulgence against her skin. Shifting just enough that he might get his knees beneath him, Mateo grasps her petite form, his hands feeling large and all-encompassing against her hips. From this angle he has the pleasure of being able to watch himself fuck her in earnest, not to mention giving her the space to pleasure herself at will.
"Dei, potrei scoparti tutto il giorno," he moans, wild with the snapdragon, the beaming sun overhead and the gorgeous woman beneath him.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
