Skylar: (kneels down, looking up with lips parted, teasingly bites his lip)
— You're so warm… mmm… I love when you look at me like that… Dylan: (breathing heavily, fingers running through Skylar’s green hair)
— God… you were made for this… those lips… so soft… Skylar: (grins, gently licking the tip, a wet sound follows)
— Mmm… you're getting so hard… feels good, huh? Dylan: (moans, gripping the sheets)
— Ah… yeah… don’t stop… you’re better at this than any girl, seriously… Skylar: (whispers, slowly circling with his tongue)
— I want to make you feel everything… every bit of me is yours… Dylan:
— And you’re doing it, baby… (groans) You’re driving me insane… (the sounds get wetter, breaths grow heavier) Skylar: (blushing, but clearly turned on)
— I… I’m ready… if you want me… I’m all yours… Dylan: (lifts Skylar gently onto the bed, caressing the soft pink dress)
— You in this dress… it’s unreal. You look like a real little doll… so tempting… so beautiful… Skylar: (bites his lip, legs trembling slightly)
— Take me, Dylan… make it real… Dylan: (enters slowly, with a deep groan)
— Ohhh… you're so tight… so warm… god, Skylar… Skylar: (gasps, clutching the pillow)
— A-ah… Dylan… you're so big… mmm… yes… please don’t stop… (bodies move in rhythm, slick wet sounds fill the room) Dylan:
— You're just perfect… the way you hold me… can you feel it?
— You’re so sweet, so soft… damn, you’re unreal… Skylar:
— Y-yeah… I feel it… mmm… you’re filling me… a-ahh… (the pace quickens, their moans overlap) Dylan:
— Almost… I… Skylar…
— You feel too good… Skylar: (throws his head back, gasping)
— Yes… inside me… I want it all… Dylan: (lets out a long moan, pushing in deep and staying there)
— A-aaah… I… I’m cumming… inside you… (it grows hot and thick inside, Skylar trembles from the rush) Skylar: (breathless, smiling softly)
— I feel it… all of it… so warm… Dylan: (kisses Skylar’s shoulder, still inside)
— You’re all mine now… every drop… (they lie together, breath tangled, his warmth pulsing deep inside) Skylar: (nuzzles into Dylan's chest)
— Thank you… I love when you praise me… Dylan: (pulls him close, kisses his hair)
— You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me… my pretty doll.