[ that's normally what happens during evening dates. even though they skipped all the other formalities and went straight into fucking. now that there's a sort of lull, there's almost like an uncertainty about which way they should swing — continue down the extreme of fucking like animals, or slip into something a little more like proper courtship.
well. hannah knows what she wants, and she thinks he knows what he does too, judging by the faint twitching she can feel against her rear.
with her dress pooling around her feet, she's left in just that thin slip of panty and bra. the latter easily unhooked and discarded, and the former... she decides to test something, making slow work of bending over to remove it. purposefully pressing her round ass back against his cock, wondering if the sight and the faint friction would be enough to get him stiffening up again. ]
Honestly, I think I'm in the mood for something... really filling.
[ she's got his cum leaking out of her, staining her thighs, and here she is trying for another load in less than ten minutes. is it desperate? maybe. but maybe it can be sexy, too. ]
[ Normally, Jet's pretty by the book; even booty calls are not safe from his usually chivalrous need for formalities. And yet it had all been ignored; Hannah had made it virtually impossible to keep a level head around her. Case in point: his dick, now throbbing, begged for attention and acknowledgement after only a few passing, graceless moments of Jet's palms squabbling for purchase on her body now fully revealed to him and his hands.
First on her hips, then both in tandem smooth up to her breasts once Hannah discards her excuse of a bra; his fingers steeple into the soft flesh, squeezing unconsciously; he presses up against her, now flush and his cock trapped against her ass. He mutters "fuck" under his breath, resisting the sudden, animalistic urge to start dry humping like a dog between her thighs. His hands wax and wane over her tits, kneading them even as she makes a show of bending over. ]
Y- Yeah? I'm sure you've got an idea on what you want, [ Jet likes desperate. He likes the sight of her bent over, his dick perfectly nestled between her ass and thighs, the stark contrast of his girthy erection, pre-cum pooling at the tip, and her soft body was certainly not without its appeal. Jet admires her; knowing just how to get what she wants without directly saying it, though there is something fucking sexy about asking for it, too. He no longer resists: slowly rocking his hips for more friction, more heat, more of her. ] but I dunno… you have to show me.
[ He could put it in right then and there, and Het has half a mind to, but only she knows what she wants. It'd be sexier for her to put him in; slower this time, he'd fill her up and then some. ]
[ glancing over her shoulder, she can see the filthy way he eats her up. the way his eyes rake over every curve of her body is like a straight shot of adrenaline, making her heart beat wildly against her chest, where his hands still paw at her just like she likes. coyly, she reaches down between her legs, fingertips grazing over his leaking cockhead. unable to help herself, she spares a few seconds teasing him there, dragging the tip of a finger over the precum that beads there, smearing. ]
I want... your thick cock to fill me up with another load.
[ as she angles herself better, she starts to finally guide his throbbing dick towards her still-sopping wet entrance. at the first nudge of intrusion, she flashes him a mischievous grin. ]
Then maybe sushi?
[ kind of criminal of her to end on a light, innocent note like that, obviously meant to tease him. but she winds up eating her own words, because it's not even an entire second later that the head of his cock presses into her, spreading her cunt lips wide as she slowly accommodates every inch. choking on her breath, she has to quickly reach for the opposite wall just so she can have something to hold onto and steady herself. how is it her body has already forgotten the sheer size of him, or was she just feeling too cocky? maybe too hungry for him, to remember she should take her time.
biting down on her lip, one hand fumbles with the taps of her shower (remembering the real reason they even came in here in the first place); that first blast of cold water right before it shifts to something more palatable rips a sharp gasp right out of her, just as she fully seats herself on his cock, her round ass pressed flushed against his hips. give her a second to adjust to the size of him again, this new angle leaving her knees a little weak. but never let it be said she isn't a go-getter, because seconds later she'll start moving her hips over the full length of him, until she's well and truly fucking herself on his cock. ]
[ She looks so damn good like this. Well, she definitely looked perfect in any position; this Jet was already sure of. But there's something about the coy glance she's giving him over her shoulder, the perfect arch in her back, the way her ass is so soft, yet firm in the way only a young woman could possess such suppleness, that makes him want to fuck her cross-eyed. Her body is sex.
Jet goes rigid slightly as her fingers graze over the sensitive cockhead, coming away sticky with precum after teasing the glans and milking out a few more thicker droplets. He has to resist the trying desire to buck his hips into the sensation in a pathetic attempt to penetrate. He knows Hannah will do that for him soon enough. He wants to tell her how fucking sexy she is, that they should have been doing this since his first day on the job; the moment he locked eyes on her, he should have been brave enough to take her for himself… but he's enraptured, wordless awe written plainly on his face as she speaks, teasing him that was both innocent and minx-like that seals his fate in kind.
Jet can only stare back at her, soack-jawed and wholly, completely whipped. He nods once before he is once more enveloped by her; hot and wet, and still oh-so fucking tight that there is a brief resistance trying to fit him in all in one go. But again he's greeted with the sight of her pussy lips stretched obscenely wide around his dick. And Jet can't take his eyes off it. So deep he's not even sure Hannah can accommodate another inch, her body suddenly tensing and making the arch in the small of her back all the more prominent. He let's her have a moment to recollect herself, resting both hands on her ass. ]
Goddamn… [ His voice is a deep, satisfied rumble the comes more from his chest than his throat. The cold jolt of water is barely acknowledged (he's insane enough to take ice baths after a particularly intense workout), his attention solely on Hannah and her tight little pussy, and how after a few moments to recover from the ordeal and regain her confidence, she's working him over with it; fucking herself on his dick as the water's now palatable warmth drenches them both. ] Good fucking girl.
[ The shower is an incessant droning noise that Jet eventually blocks out entirely, his ears hyperfixated on the sound of her pussy easing him in and working him out, how when his cock is sheathed completely to the base her ass smacks against him. Jet uses his thumbs to spread her asscheeks to get a better view, groaning all the while. He'd start fucking her ragged soon enough, but this was nice, being pampered a bit. ]
That's it… needy girl, you're so tight on it. Don't worry, I'm not goin' anywhere. [ Jet gives one asscheek an experimental yet sharp slap, wanting to see how receptive she'd be to it while goading her to move those hips faster. ] C'mon, show me, fuck, show me how much you want this dick.
[ each filthy word, each groan — it settles deep into the molten heat of hannah's gut, currently being churned and ripped to shreds by the sheer size and weight of jet's dick, all making for a tumultuous storm of sensation that would honestly threaten to overstimulate hannah... were it not for the fact this is ex-fucking-actly what she needs.
it's a little embarrassing, isn't it? how desperate she is for him already. after already having her literal fill. shouldn't she be playing coy? shouldn't she show some modicum of restraint?
that all seems a feat far above her abilities as a regular human when he starts to really goad her on. the way he holds her hips to encourage her movements, but keeps his own a steady base she can fuck back into to her heart's content — how is she supposed to hold back, against all that? how could anyone?
the force of his slap ripples over the supple flesh of her ass, drawing out a sharp moan of approval before she can even think about it. that's the thing, though — with each shove of her hips, she's really gone past the point of thinking, deep in her lust and hunger that she is no longer victim to her terrible habit of overanalyzing and second-guessing. all she is now is pure feeling, pure desire, clenching tight around his cock that tells him exactly how much she enjoyed that slap, how much she'd like even to cum to it, being treated like the good little cockslut she is. fuck holding back. ]
I want it... fuck, Jet, I want it so bad, please—
[ she plants her palms flat on the tiled wall before her. the shower is a distant thing now, when all she can think about is the feeling of his cock spread her wide now that she's settled into a feverish rhythm just bouncing herself on his dick. the sounds of wet flesh slapping against one another is only marginally drowned out by her own needy little voice, keening for him. ]
I need it, need your big fucking cock right in this tight little pussy, oh — [ she's up on her tiptoes, angling herself so each time he spears right up against that sweet spot inside of her. ] Fuck, fuck you're gonna make me cum again, yes—
[ It goes without saying that Jet loves this side of Hannah: the wild, unhinged, desperate Hannah; sinfully horny, needy little Hannah An who's always holding back and can't help herself because it feels too fucking good, and God, is it wrong to want to feel good? Even now, resisting the overwhelming urge to fuck her into a boneless, sloppy heap reminisce of their first-time on the couch, Jet knows this wasn't for him. And so he stays his hand, so to speak — realizing this sex-starved office woman really, really needed this.
But goddamn, is it hard, damn near impossible, to hold himself back when she's showing him every reason he should do the exact opposite. Each frantic buck of her hips is into a solid wall, the taut and unyielding musculature easy for her ass to bounce off of, the steady stream of water from above rippling appealingly from the supple flesh. The repetitive slap of her ass against his hip ringing in his ears like a standing ovation to the cock breaking her in.
And fuck if she's not tight, enveloping him in a grip that begs him not to leave, but weeps when she pulls off; gushing around him to the point Jet thought Hannah had already came from how dripping wet her pussy already was from just fucking herself on his dick. She tightens up, too, forcing out a low groan from him — oh, she loved that. Unfortunately, holding back as much as he is, Jet feels as if he deserves to be a little bit cruel. ]
Look at me. [ Not a suggestion, but a fucking command as he held her by her waist, staunching the frenzied riding with a firm grip, but not before having sheathed himself balls-deep inside her tight little pussy. He says after leaning in, so close that his beard scrapes the skin of her cheek, his voice a rumbling, almost animalistic growl against her ear. He may have ceased her thrusting, but his hips grind against her rear, gyrating in circles so that he can stir up her insides with his dick. ] —Good girl. Now cum.
[ Then, with all the fury of a man who knows his own strength, he brings the flat of his palm crashing down in a stinging smack that immediately blooms red in the shape of his hand. ]
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[ that's normally what happens during evening dates. even though they skipped all the other formalities and went straight into fucking. now that there's a sort of lull, there's almost like an uncertainty about which way they should swing — continue down the extreme of fucking like animals, or slip into something a little more like proper courtship.
well. hannah knows what she wants, and she thinks he knows what he does too, judging by the faint twitching she can feel against her rear.
with her dress pooling around her feet, she's left in just that thin slip of panty and bra. the latter easily unhooked and discarded, and the former... she decides to test something, making slow work of bending over to remove it. purposefully pressing her round ass back against his cock, wondering if the sight and the faint friction would be enough to get him stiffening up again. ]
Honestly, I think I'm in the mood for something... really filling.
[ she's got his cum leaking out of her, staining her thighs, and here she is trying for another load in less than ten minutes. is it desperate? maybe. but maybe it can be sexy, too. ]
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First on her hips, then both in tandem smooth up to her breasts once Hannah discards her excuse of a bra; his fingers steeple into the soft flesh, squeezing unconsciously; he presses up against her, now flush and his cock trapped against her ass. He mutters "fuck" under his breath, resisting the sudden, animalistic urge to start dry humping like a dog between her thighs. His hands wax and wane over her tits, kneading them even as she makes a show of bending over. ]
Y- Yeah? I'm sure you've got an idea on what you want, [ Jet likes desperate. He likes the sight of her bent over, his dick perfectly nestled between her ass and thighs, the stark contrast of his girthy erection, pre-cum pooling at the tip, and her soft body was certainly not without its appeal. Jet admires her; knowing just how to get what she wants without directly saying it, though there is something fucking sexy about asking for it, too. He no longer resists: slowly rocking his hips for more friction, more heat, more of her. ] but I dunno… you have to show me.
[ He could put it in right then and there, and Het has half a mind to, but only she knows what she wants. It'd be sexier for her to put him in; slower this time, he'd fill her up and then some. ]
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I want... your thick cock to fill me up with another load.
[ as she angles herself better, she starts to finally guide his throbbing dick towards her still-sopping wet entrance. at the first nudge of intrusion, she flashes him a mischievous grin. ]
Then maybe sushi?
[ kind of criminal of her to end on a light, innocent note like that, obviously meant to tease him. but she winds up eating her own words, because it's not even an entire second later that the head of his cock presses into her, spreading her cunt lips wide as she slowly accommodates every inch. choking on her breath, she has to quickly reach for the opposite wall just so she can have something to hold onto and steady herself. how is it her body has already forgotten the sheer size of him, or was she just feeling too cocky? maybe too hungry for him, to remember she should take her time.
biting down on her lip, one hand fumbles with the taps of her shower (remembering the real reason they even came in here in the first place); that first blast of cold water right before it shifts to something more palatable rips a sharp gasp right out of her, just as she fully seats herself on his cock, her round ass pressed flushed against his hips. give her a second to adjust to the size of him again, this new angle leaving her knees a little weak. but never let it be said she isn't a go-getter, because seconds later she'll start moving her hips over the full length of him, until she's well and truly fucking herself on his cock. ]
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Jet goes rigid slightly as her fingers graze over the sensitive cockhead, coming away sticky with precum after teasing the glans and milking out a few more thicker droplets. He has to resist the trying desire to buck his hips into the sensation in a pathetic attempt to penetrate. He knows Hannah will do that for him soon enough. He wants to tell her how fucking sexy she is, that they should have been doing this since his first day on the job; the moment he locked eyes on her, he should have been brave enough to take her for himself… but he's enraptured, wordless awe written plainly on his face as she speaks, teasing him that was both innocent and minx-like that seals his fate in kind.
Jet can only stare back at her, soack-jawed and wholly, completely whipped. He nods once before he is once more enveloped by her; hot and wet, and still oh-so fucking tight that there is a brief resistance trying to fit him in all in one go. But again he's greeted with the sight of her pussy lips stretched obscenely wide around his dick. And Jet can't take his eyes off it. So deep he's not even sure Hannah can accommodate another inch, her body suddenly tensing and making the arch in the small of her back all the more prominent. He let's her have a moment to recollect herself, resting both hands on her ass. ]
Goddamn… [ His voice is a deep, satisfied rumble the comes more from his chest than his throat. The cold jolt of water is barely acknowledged (he's insane enough to take ice baths after a particularly intense workout), his attention solely on Hannah and her tight little pussy, and how after a few moments to recover from the ordeal and regain her confidence, she's working him over with it; fucking herself on his dick as the water's now palatable warmth drenches them both. ] Good fucking girl.
[ The shower is an incessant droning noise that Jet eventually blocks out entirely, his ears hyperfixated on the sound of her pussy easing him in and working him out, how when his cock is sheathed completely to the base her ass smacks against him. Jet uses his thumbs to spread her asscheeks to get a better view, groaning all the while. He'd start fucking her ragged soon enough, but this was nice, being pampered a bit. ]
That's it… needy girl, you're so tight on it. Don't worry, I'm not goin' anywhere. [ Jet gives one asscheek an experimental yet sharp slap, wanting to see how receptive she'd be to it while goading her to move those hips faster. ] C'mon, show me, fuck, show me how much you want this dick.
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it's a little embarrassing, isn't it? how desperate she is for him already. after already having her literal fill. shouldn't she be playing coy? shouldn't she show some modicum of restraint?
that all seems a feat far above her abilities as a regular human when he starts to really goad her on. the way he holds her hips to encourage her movements, but keeps his own a steady base she can fuck back into to her heart's content — how is she supposed to hold back, against all that? how could anyone?
the force of his slap ripples over the supple flesh of her ass, drawing out a sharp moan of approval before she can even think about it. that's the thing, though — with each shove of her hips, she's really gone past the point of thinking, deep in her lust and hunger that she is no longer victim to her terrible habit of overanalyzing and second-guessing. all she is now is pure feeling, pure desire, clenching tight around his cock that tells him exactly how much she enjoyed that slap, how much she'd like even to cum to it, being treated like the good little cockslut she is. fuck holding back. ]
I want it... fuck, Jet, I want it so bad, please—
[ she plants her palms flat on the tiled wall before her. the shower is a distant thing now, when all she can think about is the feeling of his cock spread her wide now that she's settled into a feverish rhythm just bouncing herself on his dick. the sounds of wet flesh slapping against one another is only marginally drowned out by her own needy little voice, keening for him. ]
I need it, need your big fucking cock right in this tight little pussy, oh — [ she's up on her tiptoes, angling herself so each time he spears right up against that sweet spot inside of her. ] Fuck, fuck you're gonna make me cum again, yes—
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But goddamn, is it hard, damn near impossible, to hold himself back when she's showing him every reason he should do the exact opposite. Each frantic buck of her hips is into a solid wall, the taut and unyielding musculature easy for her ass to bounce off of, the steady stream of water from above rippling appealingly from the supple flesh. The repetitive slap of her ass against his hip ringing in his ears like a standing ovation to the cock breaking her in.
And fuck if she's not tight, enveloping him in a grip that begs him not to leave, but weeps when she pulls off; gushing around him to the point Jet thought Hannah had already came from how dripping wet her pussy already was from just fucking herself on his dick. She tightens up, too, forcing out a low groan from him — oh, she loved that. Unfortunately, holding back as much as he is, Jet feels as if he deserves to be a little bit cruel. ]
Look at me. [ Not a suggestion, but a fucking command as he held her by her waist, staunching the frenzied riding with a firm grip, but not before having sheathed himself balls-deep inside her tight little pussy. He says after leaning in, so close that his beard scrapes the skin of her cheek, his voice a rumbling, almost animalistic growl against her ear. He may have ceased her thrusting, but his hips grind against her rear, gyrating in circles so that he can stir up her insides with his dick. ] —Good girl. Now cum.
[ Then, with all the fury of a man who knows his own strength, he brings the flat of his palm crashing down in a stinging smack that immediately blooms red in the shape of his hand. ]