[ Joel has no answer to that - not in words, anyway. Instead, his focus is entirely, completely, on her. On them. The way their bodies move together. He reaches one hand up to brace himself against the arm of the couch, give him the leverage he needs to fuck her the way she wants him to. His knees protest but that doesn't matter, not right now, not with how warm and wet she is around him, not with how her legs lock around his middle, the way she pulls him deeper into her. ]
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