He really can't tell right now if it's better or worse, to do things this slowly instead of at a quicker pace. He can feel so much of her, and she seems to tighten around him in pleasure even more when his cock slides smoothly in and out of her, not stopping but not moving any faster either.

He feels his insides twist with every clench of her muscles, each trembling of her body. His exhales come in gasps and moans, eyes shutting as if that helps him keep his focus. It doesn't.

"So do you... God, Trish, I-- I can't..."