Amy felt his passion before she could even know whose lips were eating her out like she was birthday cake.
"Mhmm! Mm!" Her puny hands tried to push him away, but he was much, much stronger. His yearning was felt all over her body as he pulled her little frame all over his own. Like he was trying to get her under his skin and make her his pleasure toy for the rest of his life, attached to him like second skin.
"Da— Dane! Dane!!" She cried his name out, he wasn't going to listen to her this time.
And what half-hearted effort was she putting herself through? Her hands, now strengthened after a decent period of rest and naps and games, hung loose like an excuse for limbs as she 'pushed' him away. It wasn't like she didn't want to be kissed. Not like she didn't like whatever he was doing
