[ It's good. Damn good. As if she had been deprived of something so emotionally draining and physically taxing... she stiffens her back when he touches her. Finally a release of tension, something Felicia was in desperate need of. Her grip against his dick grows rougher, focusing on his first few inches. As if pulling his own preferences from the back of her mind, she handles him with care – ghosts of hearing him moan at her touch spur her onwards, recalling past moments they shared when they were younger and much more stupid. ]
Peter – just... shut up, baby. Just for a few minutes.
[ Airy and desperate, she pleads with him to be serious just for a little while. Enough for her to get off and for him to keep twitching between the efforts of her fingers. By the time he pulls away, to cup against the swell of her breast and pay attention to the cute peaks of pink – she's moving fast. It was there, begging for her to take too, his cock needing the same attention she did. She doesn't mind a bit how he touches her, how rough or soft he is, but she's left laughing at the impromptu concert he tries to give her.
Leaning back enough to pull his cock forward, his tip presses against her slit – panties long tossed or pulled to the side – who cared. They've fucked in worse. There's something about the way her lower half moves, graceful and teasing all at once. His tip was coated within a few drags, where if he peers down between him... he can see how that pretty pink kisses against him. ]
Then keep touching me, lover. [ Hi 80's throwback. ] And let me handle you down here. You seem so... so lonely.
[ And with the right pivot, she sinks her form onto him. Protection? Pffft. Who cares – Felicia's half out of it with lust and a few glasses of wine and they both make stupid choices together. Her insides greet him, snugly and wet with arousal. Desperate, just as much as her words. Both of her hands grip to the insides of his elbows as he still fondles against her, bracing herself as she squirms down to adjust to him. ]
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Peter – just... shut up, baby. Just for a few minutes.
[ Airy and desperate, she pleads with him to be serious just for a little while. Enough for her to get off and for him to keep twitching between the efforts of her fingers. By the time he pulls away, to cup against the swell of her breast and pay attention to the cute peaks of pink – she's moving fast. It was there, begging for her to take too, his cock needing the same attention she did. She doesn't mind a bit how he touches her, how rough or soft he is, but she's left laughing at the impromptu concert he tries to give her.
Leaning back enough to pull his cock forward, his tip presses against her slit – panties long tossed or pulled to the side – who cared. They've fucked in worse. There's something about the way her lower half moves, graceful and teasing all at once. His tip was coated within a few drags, where if he peers down between him... he can see how that pretty pink kisses against him. ]
Then keep touching me, lover. [ Hi 80's throwback. ] And let me handle you down here. You seem so... so lonely.
[ And with the right pivot, she sinks her form onto him. Protection? Pffft. Who cares – Felicia's half out of it with lust and a few glasses of wine and they both make stupid choices together. Her insides greet him, snugly and wet with arousal. Desperate, just as much as her words. Both of her hands grip to the insides of his elbows as he still fondles against her, bracing herself as she squirms down to adjust to him. ]
I really, really wanted this... nnn, wanted you.