She kisses him like an apology and reassurance and encouragement rolled together, stroking his cheek with her hand. She curls her leg a little harder around him and gasps at that little shift in angle, lips curving. And then tilts her head for another kiss, eyes half shut as she simply focuses on being tight for him, rocking into each thrust. She can't give him fast or hard, but she can offer him that.
Day 166 | Evening | Action