It's a feeling we always chase

SUNJATA

the flood

anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself

He can handle her, in whatever way she wants to be handled. But right now she has him fitted in the palm of her hand, the strokes and squeeze of it with the pairing of her lips around his cock. And it sparks more of those sounds from this lips, steel eyes shut to fully appreciate the feeling of her and silky pale hair sifting through his fingers, claws stroking and pressing against her scalp and neck, faint lines left behind.

And she moans again, causing one to leave him as well, feeling her lips vibrate against him again with a shuddering sensation trailing down his spine. And she takes him deeper then, lifting his hips, hands at his ass and he tries to make it easier for her — because he knows he’s heavy, that it’s likely not easy for her to support him. So he stills when she grows hungrier, cock throbbing against her actions. And if she’s not careful, she’s likely going to get quite the surprise.

So he tries to hold off, tugging and pulling at her hair, chin tilting down to focus his swimming gaze onto her. A quiet tug to try and get her to move upward, wanting to sink himself deep into her and hear the sounds he knows he can get from her. Half the fun for him was her enjoyment, after all.

and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell