"I am excellent to look at," he boasts, reaching down to slide off his boxers as he works to get them to a comfortable position where he can move her as gently as he can under himself, feeling weirdly anxious all of a sudden, when he's never been worried about his performance before. Glancing down, he's grateful to see his worries haven't translated to a limp anything. Relieved, he works his way into her, rocking his hips slowly, and tries not to let any of his sweat drip over her, leaning down to kiss Helen to distract himself from thoughts of mucking this all up with sweat or disappointment or any sexual-related tragedies.
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Date: 2017-06-26 01:37 pm (UTC)