[Remus watches her straighten up, shifting atop him, the muscles of his stomach tensing and relaxing in quick succession. She makes for a mesmerizing sight, all flushed skin and muscles and delightfully pliant flesh; he has to remind himself not to stare only at her breasts. It wouldn't be gentlemanly, after all. He returns her smile, a little dazed, and takes ahold of her hips once more. It wouldn't be right to lay back and let her do all the work, after all.]
Yes, ma'am.
[And then he's quiet except for the occasional moan or sound of pleasure, slowly falling into rhythm with her, his hips rolling up to meet her downstroke with as much precision as an eighteen year old can manage.]
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Yes, ma'am.
[And then he's quiet except for the occasional moan or sound of pleasure, slowly falling into rhythm with her, his hips rolling up to meet her downstroke with as much precision as an eighteen year old can manage.]