( this is what she'd been edging him towards, that glaze that takes over his hues when they snap to hers, that moment he tries to keep from giving in so soon when the reward is so sweet. and she'd snicker, she would, but it's a daze of motions that leaves her twirled and falling to the plush of that mattress, watching with iris' blown to black pools the way he shoves down what layers he needs to in order to take her, and thighs part all too willingly to accommodate.
there wasn't anything between them that demanded they take their time, play up any set of morals or boundaries of respect—she'd been clear on her intentions upon her invitation, and so there isn't any guilt. any shame to the way she hastily makes purchase with nails at the lower of his back, slipping beneath the thick cotton of his own hoodie to clasp onto him as he grabs the base of his cock and aligns himself, fills and stretches her with a single, full stroke. )
Se siente rico— ( natural tongue finds her, words stumbling from her lips in a rushed pant, velveteen walls giving a gratified clasp around his width, trying desperately to adjust. a swallowed back whimper, giving him no choice but to aid her in tugging that upper layer of his up and off of his frame, revealing an array of scars amidst ridges of definition, marveling both of her palms appreciatively along each plane of his chest. another time she'd map them with her lips, a trace of fingertips, right now all she can think about is the way she practically pulses around him, finding his eyes in the dark of that bedroom with a kindred hunger.
thick, creamy canvas of her thighs find each side of him, using her calve against his bottom to give a last little pull of his hips, assuring he's jarred into her as far as possible. )
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there wasn't anything between them that demanded they take their time, play up any set of morals or boundaries of respect—she'd been clear on her intentions upon her invitation, and so there isn't any guilt. any shame to the way she hastily makes purchase with nails at the lower of his back, slipping beneath the thick cotton of his own hoodie to clasp onto him as he grabs the base of his cock and aligns himself, fills and stretches her with a single, full stroke. )
Se siente rico— ( natural tongue finds her, words stumbling from her lips in a rushed pant, velveteen walls giving a gratified clasp around his width, trying desperately to adjust. a swallowed back whimper, giving him no choice but to aid her in tugging that upper layer of his up and off of his frame, revealing an array of scars amidst ridges of definition, marveling both of her palms appreciatively along each plane of his chest. another time she'd map them with her lips, a trace of fingertips, right now all she can think about is the way she practically pulses around him, finding his eyes in the dark of that bedroom with a kindred hunger.
thick, creamy canvas of her thighs find each side of him, using her calve against his bottom to give a last little pull of his hips, assuring he's jarred into her as far as possible. )