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Like the shirt she bought.
It’s not my style – at all – but I appreciate that she bought it.
That she didn’t just expect me to pay, although I was a little pissed, she didn’t.
I love that we went “shopping” together.
I love that next week we’ll be going to the movies together – in a completely rented out theater of course.
I love that we have something real.
I love that she’s real.
I love…her.
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Before I can offer another carnal comeback, I’m gradually guided inside, soaking muscles greedily engulfing my cock inch by inch. Their hot, unwavering hold has me not only struggling to breathe, but my balls drawing tightly upward to bask in the wetness that’s trickling towards them.
Taunting them.
Tempting them to just let go in spite of the fact we just started.
That I want this shit to last longer than the quickie against the glass we had pre-bed.
Rather than remain bare chest to chest, Bryn slides herself to a sitting position, plants her palms between my open thighs, and rests back onto them, giving me a beautiful, shaft swelling view too perfect to ignore.
“Relax, Wes,” she smuttily purrs, chin tilting towards the ceiling. “Just enjoy the ride.”
I happily groan at the command and tuck my hands behind my head to do what I’m told.
Admiring the way her messy locks hypnotically sway occurs first, but it’s the enticing sight of her delicious nipples growing harder and harder in tandem with her pussy clenching around me faster and faster that completely collects my attention.
Has my fingers aching to join the adventure.
The slow, steady rocking allows me to observe the hitches in her breath and the way her body trembles when my dick dives a little too deep or perhaps just deep enough.
Those same shakes are the ones that summon me to slightly lift my hips up.
Shallowly thrust.
Craftily work to hit the hilt which makes Bryn throw herself into the strokes.
Bounce a bit brisker.
Wind her frame around and around and around so that her clit can receive more brushes.
More attention.
Unable to resist any longer, I relocate the edge of my thumb to rest against the swelling nub.
Simply let it linger.
Wait for her to become obsessed with the additional pleasure it brings.
Bryn’s toes repeatedly curl on every light caress, body pushing itself to buck faster after each one, propelling us far past the gentleness we started with.
“That’s right, little prey,” I barbarously grumble between harder heaves. “Give me what I fuckin’ want.”
