After he'd completed an agonisingly slow first thrust, he forced himself to repeat another. The metal of the frame creaked a little with each movement, but the runners that permitted his hips to move were smooth and precise. There was a soft, satisfying click as he reached the end of the rail, like a soft-closing wardrobe door. It made his movements rhythmic, and avoided any jarring halt with each thrust. As he started to speed up, he lost his ability to fight it. He grunted and groaned at the incredible feeling of f*****g someone so beautiful. Her skin was so soft, her dainty hands pressed into him, gripping tight with each movement, punctuated by gentle moans growing louder as he increased speed.
"Oh god..." she whimpered, her low raspy tone giving way to a more girlish voice he'd not h
