[ She's not going to spend much more time here, on this, but some of it is for her too, electing towards selfishness, toward the way it feels to map his cock in her hand again, twisting her grip down the shaft and then back up again so her thumb can collect what dews from the tip before rubbing it back into the skin.
But in another instant, she drops her hand away and reaches up to plant it on his shoulder again, giving him a shove that's none too gentle but one he can still bear; it might stagger him solely because she anticipates he's not expecting it, but her intention might become clearer when she jerks her head past him in a gesturing nod toward the stairs.
They're surely not going to make it to a bed, but she can think of a place she wants him in the meantime, and she needs him underneath her for it, where she can hike up her dress and sink down on his length and ride him like she's aching to. ]
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But in another instant, she drops her hand away and reaches up to plant it on his shoulder again, giving him a shove that's none too gentle but one he can still bear; it might stagger him solely because she anticipates he's not expecting it, but her intention might become clearer when she jerks her head past him in a gesturing nod toward the stairs.
They're surely not going to make it to a bed, but she can think of a place she wants him in the meantime, and she needs him underneath her for it, where she can hike up her dress and sink down on his length and ride him like she's aching to. ]