[While Oliver wants nothing more than to please Connor he falters at that demand. He does thrust harder, but keeps his pace as is, not trusting himself not to finish too soon if he picks up the pace.
Each thrust is quick and deliberate, bringing forth a burst of pleasure in Oliver with each one. It's almost painful to get this kind of pleasure without the speed needed to push him over. It's slowly becoming unbearable. He can only hope that Connor feels just as good as him. ]
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Each thrust is quick and deliberate, bringing forth a burst of pleasure in Oliver with each one. It's almost painful to get this kind of pleasure without the speed needed to push him over. It's slowly becoming unbearable. He can only hope that Connor feels just as good as him. ]
You look so hot like this. I missed it so much.