Henry smiled and brought his hips up to match Gabriella's faster rhythm, watching with that purely male fascination as her breasts bounced in counter-time to their thrusts. There was every likelihood that her physical transformation was as temporary as all the other strange events had turned out to be, but it certainly felt as though Gabriella was as determined to enjoy it while it lasted, as much as he was.
"So close," Henry groaned as the pressure built near to bursting. "I'm so close, sweetheart..." Another thought went from Henry's mind to his lips without consideration. "Can I...? Could I fuck them again...?"