[It's hard to not keep track when, in truth, she isn't really so simple to please. Boxer delivers soul rending, absolutely satisfying orgasms in the same amount of time it takes her to work up to just one with a human man. Which isn't to say that she's picky or even complicated, it's just never felt like enough, and on the occasions where it has she'd lacked the emotional chemistry and the trust. You put all that together and it's hard to do anything but note how quickly he gets her to come on his dick.
So that push of her hips threatens to knock her out of her own body, and it graduates her from moans to an outright shout that falters in volume towards the end. All those full noises start to roll into an actual set of words, awkward at first because of how hard she's suddenly moving, trying to reach the same level of depth and momentum without relying on him. At this point it's like chasing a feeling, an instinct for more - desperation at its finest, even though he isn't keeping her from anything to begin with.]
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So that push of her hips threatens to knock her out of her own body, and it graduates her from moans to an outright shout that falters in volume towards the end. All those full noises start to roll into an actual set of words, awkward at first because of how hard she's suddenly moving, trying to reach the same level of depth and momentum without relying on him. At this point it's like chasing a feeling, an instinct for more - desperation at its finest, even though he isn't keeping her from anything to begin with.]
Bo-oxer! [She can barely get his name out.]