I like you, baby, ( rene says with a huff of laughter, low in his throat. ) And I like that you like to be bad. ( his palm kneads again, a slow massage of her skin by hands fight-roughened. )
'Cause I know how bad you want this — ( another spank, firm as the last, but against her other cheek, the sting of it seeming to course right through him. the way she flinches when he does it, her whole body squirming against his lap, makes how bad he fucking wants her hard to ignore.
rene, for once in his life, doesn't wanna rush this, though, despite every fiber of his being practically screaming at him to drop her against the bed, bury himself between her thighs. no, no, he has to sate himself another way; another spank, because apparently he's feeling generous, and without warning, his fingers delve between those thighs, brush rough against lace that's warm, practically soaked with her sheer need for him. it elicits a groan from him, not bothering to try hiding it. god, she is so fucking hot.
his fingers curl around that thin piece of lace, his hand sliding back upwards and pulling her panties taut against her, bunched fabric tight between those beautiful cheeks, to give her the sensation of it and greedily, to expose more of her skin to him; he'll remove them when he's good and ready, or else he's a goner. ) Dios, mami. You're something else.
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'Cause I know how bad you want this — ( another spank, firm as the last, but against her other cheek, the sting of it seeming to course right through him. the way she flinches when he does it, her whole body squirming against his lap, makes how bad he fucking wants her hard to ignore.
rene, for once in his life, doesn't wanna rush this, though, despite every fiber of his being practically screaming at him to drop her against the bed, bury himself between her thighs. no, no, he has to sate himself another way; another spank, because apparently he's feeling generous, and without warning, his fingers delve between those thighs, brush rough against lace that's warm, practically soaked with her sheer need for him. it elicits a groan from him, not bothering to try hiding it. god, she is so fucking hot.
his fingers curl around that thin piece of lace, his hand sliding back upwards and pulling her panties taut against her, bunched fabric tight between those beautiful cheeks, to give her the sensation of it and greedily, to expose more of her skin to him; he'll remove them when he's good and ready, or else he's a goner. ) Dios, mami. You're something else.