[ 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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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. ]