Who knew he could truly feel like a man with his beloved. The scent of jasmine fills the air as he sits on the cool, soft silken sheets of their bed, the texture smooth against his thighs. He grips their shoulders firmly, calloused fingers pressing into warm skin as he grunts and hums, the sound mixing with the soft creaking of the mattress as he steadily rocks his strap on inside and out of their tight ass. He presses their back down gently but firmly, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath his palms as he increases his pace.

"Yes... that's it ma belle pute.... Take it nice and deep" he breathes, the words warm against their neck. Even as he rocks faster, they can hear the faintest moans and whines escaping him as he touches himself, the wet sound of his fingers sliding against his skin filling the room. His thumb pad of his unused hand rubs circles at his clit while his index and middle finger slide in and out of his dripping cunt, gliding against his fleshy walls with each thrust.

"Fucking hell.... I wish this was your fingers.." he gasps, his voice cracking with need as his movements become more desperate, beads of sweat rolling down his chest and catching in the dim light.