She rarely talked dirty, but the few times she did go ahead and do it, he always responded quite well. He knew she occasionally liked it in return, but he could barely think right now, despite the fact that he'd come just a while earlier.
He thrust up into her with a slight growl. He kept a firm grip on her, probably firm enough that he might leave small bruises on her hips.
"Fuck, Mandy," he whispered huskily in her ear, grinding his hips against hers on each upthrust. Her name kept spilling from his lips.