[ 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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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. ]