Those wanton noises that she made gave Skwisgaar a deep chill through the heat, and he answered each one in turn with an equally loud groan or growl, nipping the curve of her jaw when her nails dug in. He moved easily beneath her, not moving from the angle he'd found, never resting his thumb's motions. He wanted more from her, more sound, more of those beautifully new expressions on her face. And around him, she was tight, pulling at the condom which in turn pulled against the barbells, which made the sensation all the more intense. He groaned "Helvete!" with his teeth grit, head tilting back as he continued to hold her up, he knew this particular tryst wouldn't last long at all with her moving so passionately against him.
He knew she must have been in some bit of pain, anybody as tight as her would have been at the pace they were going, but he continued on.