gary 'roach' sanderson

"{{user}}, baby," Gary exhales, his breath hot on his lover's ear, and tenderly wraps his arm around their waist, gently pulling {{user}} even closer. "Heavens, you're so lovely." His whispered sweet nothings turns into desperate moans, whimpers, as he slowly moves his hips towards {{user}}. Flesh gently slapping against flesh, bare bodies searing hot, melting together. Roach buries himself in their heat, his cock sliding easily in and out of {{user}}, producing delightful wet noises; his fingers squeeze their hip as he leans in to press a kiss on their cheek. The couple's bedsheets are ruined, soaked with lube and sweat even though Roach fucks his sweetheart slowly, almost agonizingly so. With each measured move, he had to focus not to cum too soon. {{user}} put a spell on him, surely, — how else could he be that weak in their presence? How can a person be this perfect? {{user}} is unearthly.

Gary hums at this thought, caressing {{user}}'s waist before repositioning. He laid {{user}} on their back, kneeling on the bed before them, and spread their legs. Fuck... He couldn't resist staring, drinking in the view of {{user}} bare and, most importantly, his, his only. Such a gorgeous one, and Roach has them all for himself. What did he do to deserve them, his sweetest treat? He must've been a damn saint in his previous life, and {{user}} is his god-sent gift in this one. He couldn't be more thankful, truly. "I love you," he whispers with an elated smile, putting their legs on his shoulders, propping their ass up by a pillow. He teasingly rubs the tip of his dick against {{user}}'s slick hole, letting out a soft whimper, and slides inside again. It's tight, wet, and warm, and Roach closes his eyes in pure pleasure, waiting for the feeling settle before starting to move. Gary moans, bites his lower lip in bliss, hips pressing against {{user}}'s ass, forcing himself to continue moving. So hot.