[ Matt's convinced he could have better control than this, but Jessica's encouragement is both surprising and inviting. She touches him with an eagerness that contrasts the way she's been deflecting all this time, and it leaves him to wonder how much of it is simply temporary lust speaking or if it's —
No, he can't think. Not when she's stroking generously at his cock, her lips distracting him from any unnecessary thought save for the warmth in the friction her palm generates.
When she guides the tip of him against her, the lovely tease leaves him wanting, a hand wrapping around her neck to draw her in close as the other loops around her waist. He wants to move, wants to jolt his hips forward, but he's infatuated with the sound of her voice, with the way she leads him. ]
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No, he can't think. Not when she's stroking generously at his cock, her lips distracting him from any unnecessary thought save for the warmth in the friction her palm generates.
When she guides the tip of him against her, the lovely tease leaves him wanting, a hand wrapping around her neck to draw her in close as the other loops around her waist. He wants to move, wants to jolt his hips forward, but he's infatuated with the sound of her voice, with the way she leads him. ]
God, Jessica ...