[0:08] Bertholdt Hoover wets his lips and squeezes the hand she laces with his, dropping the other to wrap firmly around the base of his erection to better hold it upright. "I- I've got it, go ahead..."
[0:14] Sasha Blaus can feel her face burning, letting her hips drop down finally and exhaling a pleased whine, knees parting away from his hips and easing down, resting finally once she was comfortably sitting on his lap. "A-- nnnnh.." She closed her eyes, leaning forward and rocking back, pulling her other hand back to rest on his shoulder.
[0:43] Bertholdt Hoover takes a breath as she positions herself and sinks down, all of him focused on that one warm point of contact- she can take all of him, even sitting up, and her soft thighs squeeze in around his hips as she settles down. He can feel her contracting gently around him, adjusting, and when she leans forward, bracing herself on his shoulder, he groans softly to echo her, rolling his hips slowly. "Sasha..."
[0:48] Sasha Blaus closes her eyes for a moment, fingers pressed into the hard muscle of his shoulder and clinging. "It's so warm..!" She was quiet now, reaching down to unbutton the first few buttons on his shirt. She was completely bare, save for the pants and panties adorning her left leg. "Bert~" she cooed, giving up after struggling with the top one and just leaning back to focus on rolling her hips.