[ Joel makes a low noise, deep in his chest, at that. One of want, and affirmation. ]
Yes, ma'am.
[ Pants finally out of the way, it's easy to line himself up, thrust inside her, a sharp push of his hips and a punched-out breath as he buries himself to the hilt. The couch creaks under them with the force of it. ]
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Yes, ma'am.
[ Pants finally out of the way, it's easy to line himself up, thrust inside her, a sharp push of his hips and a punched-out breath as he buries himself to the hilt. The couch creaks under them with the force of it. ]