What a fucking vision. Like an angel. Who is also a whore. And is so perfectly his. It makes Sweeney's skin tingle.

He continues his way up, but keeps more upright than he might normally; both for the sake of the view and his aching side. The way she says his name makes his prick bob, unsupported, and Sweeney can't resist sliding his touch higher.

His fingertips graze the back on her hand, silently requesting that she take it out of her cunt for him. Ideally, he wants to get it pinched between his thumb and fingers so hers are pointed up when he leans forward and brings them to his lips.