[ Jesse grunts as Natasha kisses him, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He quivers, the sharp sting soothed by the wet warmth as she draws his lip between hers and sucks on it. Briefly, he's putty in her hands, free for her to mold to her liking. If she had told him to leap off a bridge in that moment, he wouldn't even think before casting himself over the edge. He regains control, though, as he tears the lacy fabric of her panties and exposes her. He's salivating before his mouth can even latch on.
He starts off slow, getting her acclimated to his touch until her body language tells him she wants more. The way her back arches off the table and his name falls from her lips makes his dick throb. He's so hard it's painful, cock pressing insistently against the front of his boxers and jeans, confined by the unforgiving fabric. He tries to ignore the constant throbbing between his legs, shifting his weight on his knees a little bit as he mouths at her clit again, sucking the nub of it, feeling how its become stiffened with the arousal he's coaxing with every sweep of his velvet tongue and every press of his soft lips.
Jesse groans with his lips wrapped gently around her hot flesh, feeling her juices drip down his chin in spite of his efforts to lap up every last rivulet. The sound he makes causes a gentle vibration against her clit, but as much as he has to force himself, he pulls his mouth off of her with a gentle, wet sound just as her moans reach a fever pitch, her pleading words music to his ears. The sharp tug on his hair sends a shiver down his spine and the warmth spreads low in his abdomen, his cock twitching and leaking another torrent of precum against his boxers. They're wrecked. He'll probably have to go commando on his way home.
Yes, this is right where he wants her. Right at the edge, extending her pleasure so she can ride that peak higher and higher until it feels like she'll break her own back with how sharply it arches. He blows a cool stream of air against Natasha's clit, a stark contrast from the heat of his mouth, hands rubbing long and slow along her strong and slender thighs. He swallows thickly, intoxicated by her scent and tantalized by her taste. His vibrant blue eyes flick up to watch the rapture envelop her. He wets the pad of his finger with her juices and then rubs slow circles against her exposed clit. It's enough stimulation to bring her pleasure, but slow enough to keep it building without an end in sight. He licks over his lips, moaning as her taste fills his mouth once more. His voice is low and raspy with lust as he finally speaks. ]
You look so fucking hot right on the edge like that. Jesus, Natasha. I wanna make you come so bad. Tell me how bad you want it and I'll give it to you. Or maybe I should make you wait for my dick.
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He starts off slow, getting her acclimated to his touch until her body language tells him she wants more. The way her back arches off the table and his name falls from her lips makes his dick throb. He's so hard it's painful, cock pressing insistently against the front of his boxers and jeans, confined by the unforgiving fabric. He tries to ignore the constant throbbing between his legs, shifting his weight on his knees a little bit as he mouths at her clit again, sucking the nub of it, feeling how its become stiffened with the arousal he's coaxing with every sweep of his velvet tongue and every press of his soft lips.
Jesse groans with his lips wrapped gently around her hot flesh, feeling her juices drip down his chin in spite of his efforts to lap up every last rivulet. The sound he makes causes a gentle vibration against her clit, but as much as he has to force himself, he pulls his mouth off of her with a gentle, wet sound just as her moans reach a fever pitch, her pleading words music to his ears. The sharp tug on his hair sends a shiver down his spine and the warmth spreads low in his abdomen, his cock twitching and leaking another torrent of precum against his boxers. They're wrecked. He'll probably have to go commando on his way home.
Yes, this is right where he wants her. Right at the edge, extending her pleasure so she can ride that peak higher and higher until it feels like she'll break her own back with how sharply it arches. He blows a cool stream of air against Natasha's clit, a stark contrast from the heat of his mouth, hands rubbing long and slow along her strong and slender thighs. He swallows thickly, intoxicated by her scent and tantalized by her taste. His vibrant blue eyes flick up to watch the rapture envelop her. He wets the pad of his finger with her juices and then rubs slow circles against her exposed clit. It's enough stimulation to bring her pleasure, but slow enough to keep it building without an end in sight. He licks over his lips, moaning as her taste fills his mouth once more. His voice is low and raspy with lust as he finally speaks. ]
You look so fucking hot right on the edge like that. Jesus, Natasha. I wanna make you come so bad. Tell me how bad you want it and I'll give it to you. Or maybe I should make you wait for my dick.