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Zyddros gasps as Cassandra unexpectedly slides down further. For the first time, he sucks in his tongue and grits his teeth to control the jump in his arousal; it would not do to sacrifice his hard-won position too quickly, and the sudden motion and hot grip around his base were almost too much for him. He pauses for a moment's breath, for both the girls and himself.
Giving Cassandra one last peck on the lips while her mouth remains still enough to catch, he then tucks his arms under Delilah's, grasps Cassandra's hips and rump with both hands, and pulls outward slightly. He feels the slightest change in the pressure on his lower member as Cassandra's folds shift. Lifting his own hips slightly, and her and Delilah along with them, he abruptly drops his own hips back to the mattress, holding Cassandra in place and allowing her to move almost to his tip. Quickly, before Cassandra's walls can adjust to the sudden vacuum, he thrusts upwards, hilting again in one smooth motion, and claiming Delilah's last reluctant inch.
With gravity aiding his own descent on the downstroke, and gravity and his own arms pulling Cassandra down rapidly on upstroke, he thrusts into her at a rapid pace. He holds his upper arms steady, allowing Delilah to grip them to hold herself stationary and receive his thrusts, or letting her fall slack to move with him and relieve the pressure.
Every few strokes, he pauses for a moment upon withdrawal to allow their folds to notice his absence, before slamming himself upward and parting them with a noticeable additional momentary pressure. He feels the pressure building within him, and his twin shafts begin to grow warmer.
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