KISS ME I DARE YOU

Jesse let out a greedy moan as she tugged at his hair, all to eager to allow her to direct him right where she wanted him. All he wanted was to watch and feel her fall the fuck apart, and he'd let her do whatever the fuck she needed to him to get there. And then that beautiful, broken moan escaped her ( one of many fucking sounds he'd be committing to memory tonight ) and Jesse knew. His hungry gaze drifted up Roxanne's body to watch his best friend ride out her orgasm, and holy fuck, if it wasn't the sexiest fucking thing he'd ever seen. His cock throbbed to the point of near pain as he kept his tongue pressed tight against her clit while her hips rocked greedily against his mouth. He could feel her cunt fluttering around his teasing finger and it made him dizzy with want as he imagined the feeling around other extremities. Finally, as she seemed to go limp beneath him, Jesse pulled back with one last swipe of his tongue along her dripping bunt before leaning back to take in the sight of her. Her mussed hair and flushed cheeks, his shirt all rucked up at her chest, thighs spread wide to show off the glistening mess he'd just made of her. "God, you're fucking sexy," he breathed the thought aloud without even meaning to. Her words brought a filthy grin to his wet lips, which he promptly wiped across the back of his hand before he leaned down to hover above her once more. Hands pressed to the pillow on either side of her head as hips slotted between her parted thighs, pulling a sharp hiss from him when his leaking cock brushed against her folds. One hand reached down to curl around her knee, spreading her wider as he hiked it up over his hip. "Can I show you what I'm really fuckin' good at?" The question was presented with a filthy smirk, and it could have been just another flirty little line if not for the way his eyes searched hers. He was checking in again. Even through the lust addled haze clouding his brain, Jesse still knew there was a line that they were about to cross. He needed to be sure every part of her was just as ready to cross it as he was.

#kittywriites #threads. roxanne hawke.

Roxanne's chest was still rising and falling quickly as she came down from her HIGH, her body warm and BUZZING beneath him. When Jesse hovered over her like that - eyes dark and his cock brushing slick against her folds - something ELECTRIC shot through her. This was Jesse. HER JESSE. The same IDIOT who'd shared late night drives and shitty diner food with her for years. And now he was between her thighs looking at her like he wanted to DEVOUR her. It should have felt WEIRD. Instead it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

She let out a soft, breathless laugh and slid her hands up his arms, nails dragging lightly over his shoulders before tangling in the hair at the back of his neck. Her leg hooked tighter around his hip, deliberately pulling him closer so his cock rubbed right against her dripping entrance. ❝You better be really fuckin' good at it, Jesse,❞ she teased, voice low and HUSKY as she stared up at him with a playful little smirk. ❝Because if you're about to attempt to ruin me for anyone else, I expect you to make it worth it.❞ She rolled her hips up slowly, teasing him right back as she NIPPED at his bottom lip. ❝So yeah…❞

The usual BRAVADO was there, all confidence and swagger, but she was being honest with him in a way that she never really WAS with anyone else. And it was all in the eyes. Right there, beneath the surface as she gazed up at him. Roxanne trusted him with her life, and she could TELL he was checking in one final time before they RUINED the friendship for good. ❝Show me.❞

fcrbiddnfruit

He couldn't help but to smirk at the sound of her laugh, even if it was at his own expense. The only reason he was at this party was for her. Mark would have been just as content to stay home with some take out. At her insistence, he knocked back the rest of his drink to appease her and set the empty glass aside. "There." He instinctively opened up his posture to allow her space to be comfortable in his lap without giving it a second thought. Personal space wasn't even a thing anymore between Faye and him. His hand moved to rest on her lower back, keeping her close as he relaxed. "I'm here with you, aren't I? " he responded playfully. "What more do you want from me, princess?" He grinned at the name he'd given Faye long ago that had since stuck.

#fcrbiddnfruit #threads. faye collins.

Faye let out a soft GIGGLE as she settled more comfortably in his lap, her small frame practically swallowed up by his much larger one. She loved how safe she always felt with him, even in the MIDDLE of a loud, chaotic party. One of her arms draped lazily around his neck - her glass dangling between nimble fingers - while she tilted her head, studying his HANDSOME face with a mischievous little smirk. The way his hand rested possessively on her lower back sent a warm FLUTTER through her stomach but she otherwise didn't address it.

❝Princess, huh?❞ She KNEW it was his nickname for her. There was no qualm there about it, but still she teased, her voice dropping into something sweeter and more playful as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing near his ear. ❝What more do I want? Hmm… maybe I want you to actually dance with me. Or at least stop acting like my big SERIOUS bodyguard for five minutes and have some real fun.❞ Her other hand then slid down to rest on his chest, fingers lightly tracing over the fabric of his shirt. ❝Come on … LOOSEN up for me. I promise I'll make it worth your WHILE.❞

pleasvres

fingers found solace on his shoulders , nails digging in as he pushed in deeper ; ribbed walls sucking in his tip . he was nervous , she could tell . and that was what she thought so cute . all those years ago , she'd write his initials all over notebooks , dreaming of him fucking her instead of her lame quarterback boyfriend . that wish was coming true tonight . from the minute he started talking to her that night , she was soaked . his voice like honey . the feeling of him inside her with that massive cock only egged her on , a curse coming out in spanish as he stayed still . she whined underneath him , her trying to get him to move . femme wondered if he'd even fit inside her . estella was addicted . she craved that cock now . chest rubs against his as her back arches ,t wo more inches sinking into her . only about four of his , at least , nine lay inside her and her walls craved more . she gasped when he reached down to wrap a leg around his waist , the shift pushing him deeper . groan leaves femme's lips as she adjusts to him ; knowing he'd ruin her for any other man . gaze drifts to look directly into his , teeth nipping his bottom lip softly . ❝ i like to be thrown around like a ragdoll . fuck baby , make me your bitch .❞

#pleasvres #threads. matty anderson.

Matty's eyes went wide at her FILTHY words, a deep flush crawling up his neck and across his cheeks. Thrown around like a ragdoll? Make her his bitch? Fuck, he'd spent years fantasizing about Estella from the back of every classroom, but he'd never been that guy - the one who tossed girls around and talked dirty like that. He wasn't even entirely sure he COULD do it. Perhaps it just wasn't in him at all. But even so, the desperate way she said it made his cock THROB hard inside her. He swallowed thickly, heart hammering as he gripped her thigh tighter and finally gave a deeper, more FORCEFUL thrust.

❝Shit… ALRIGHT,❞ he breathed shakily against her lips, voice cracking with nerves. He rocked into her harder, PINNING her wrist beside her head as he tried to lean into what she wanted. It was a small beginning, but damn he was trying okay? Cut him a little slack until he got the HANG of it. ❝You want me to fuck you like a little bitch, Estella?❞ The words felt foreign on his tongue but hearing them come out made him thrust deeper, hips snapping with growing need. ❝Fuck… I'll give it to you.❞ The DIRTY talk would take some getting used to but first? He had to NAIL down the act of it all, then they could workshop later perhaps.

Their bodies moved in a perfect rhythm, seemingly bringing themselves to the brink of a sweet insanity. Moans mixing between them, Jesse brushed his thumb over Lottie's parted, panting lips. "God, yes — just like that, baby, oh fuck — " He placed one more haphazard kiss against her lips before his head flopped back against the pillow with a breathless moan. Dark eyes drifted down to rake over her naked body as they moved, desire searing through him hot and intense. "Oh fuck," he practically whined, teeth sinking hard into his own bottom lip, as if that would somehow ease some of the tension he could already feel building. "So fucking good," he moaned gruffly as his hands drifted to her hips, and then around to greedily palm at her ass. His wanton gaze drifted back up to meet hers. "Don't stop — make me cum for you, princess." It was somehow half a plea, half a demand as one hand lifted to lay a light, almost encouraging slap against one bouncing ass cheek.

#kittywriites #threads. lottie cruise.

Lottie's breath came out in soft, broken pants as she kept riding him, her hips rolling in that steady, EAGER rhythm that had her ass meeting his thighs with every downward drop. The light slap against her cheek made her whimper sharply, a fresh wave of heat flooding through her already overstimulated body. She was so SORE, every movement sending little sparks of overstimulation through her core, but the way Jesse looked at her - like she was the ONLY thing in his world - made her want to keep going until she couldn’t anymore.

❝Jesse…❞ she gasped, voice all SWEET and wrecked as her shaky hand braced harder beside his head. Her walls fluttered and clenched tightly around his cock with every bounce, blonde hair sticking to her flushed skin. The praise mixed with that slap had her moving a little FASTER, chasing that edge even as her thighs trembled with exhaustion. ❝I-I'm so close again… please cum for me. I need to feel it.❞

She leaned down to press MESSY kisses along his jaw and neck, whimpering softly every time she sank back down on him, her body squeezing him like she never wanted to let go. Despite how overwhelmed she felt, that familiar WARMTH of trust and love for him kept pushing her forward, desperate to make him feel as good as he always made her feel. They may have never used that word out loud before - LOVE - but she felt it all the same in this moment and she needed him to feel it in the only way she could show him right now.

scftrot

Max truthfully had no right to feel entitled to her company, especially considering he had done absolutely nothing to be deserving of it. And yet the thought of moving on with his life felt near impossible. He needed her. A scoff chases her comment, steeped in disbelief, but it bruises his ego a little, and he looks away from her to mask the toll it has on his psyche. Any emasculation felt insignificant when shadowed by the sneer on her face. He hated this. Reaching out to capture her hands in his own and bridge the gap of distance between them, expression verging on desperation, Max found himself pleading with the femme. "Jesus fucking Christ Roxanne. What are we doing? You can hate me now if that's what you want but don't stand there and act like we didn't have something good, okay? I don't wanna throw that away over some stupid fucking argument. Let me make it up to you." He drops her hands in favour of settling on her hips, thumb brushing the button of her jeans as he moves to press her tighter to the door. "Alright..." A slightly defeated expression flickers across his face, brows knitting together. "I'm a little jealous. But can you blame me?" Max leans in, the bridge of his nose nutting at her jaw, soft and damn near manipulative kisses pressed sweetly to her throat. "I don't want some fucking loser touching you...I wanna touch you."

#scftrot #threads. roxanne hawke.

Roxanne's heart slammed against her ribs as he backed her up against the door, his body crowding hers in that way that always made her head spin. She tried to hold onto her anger, hands FISTING themselves into tight balls even as heat FLOODED through her at the feeling of his hands and the way his mouth found her skin. It was infuriating how quickly her resolve started to crumble, her thighs pressing together instinctively while her body remembered exactly how good they could be together. She was weak right now, and as much as she HATED that feeling, she couldn't deny it's exactly what she WANTED from him.

❝You don't get to do THIS, Max,❞ she muttered, voice shaky even as she tilted her head slightly to give him more access. Her free hand pushed half-heartedly at his chest, but there wasn’t any real force behind it. ❝You can't keep me at arm's length for months and then suddenly decide you're jealous when someone else looks at me. That's not how this works.❞ Despite her words, her fingers curled tighter into his shirt, BETRAYING her. She could feel herself cracking, the familiar pull toward him winning out again. ❝You're such an asshole… but fuck, don't stop.❞

Despite the fact that his lips were very much busy, they still managed to turn up in a slight responding grin as his tongue flicked over her clit. This should have felt weird, right? Then how the fuck was she laughing and joking like it was a regular Friday night, even while his face was buried between her thighs? His eye flickered back open, almost just to confirm that this was real, and the sight he was met with made his cock throb. God, how had he never noticed how fucking hot she was? Had his denial really just been that fucking deep? Her encouragement pulled another low moan from his wet lips, fingers gripping her hips tighter to keep her in place as he eagerly sucked at her clit just like that as requested. He wanted to tell her how fucking hot she looked, he wanted to tell her how fucking hard she made him — but not nearly as much as he wanted to make her cum. Jesse moaned around her clit once more as one hand slipped down between her thighs. His fingertips teased delicate circles around her dripping little hole before pressing just the tip of his longest one inside her, fingers playing as expertly as they did with his guitar strings.

#kittywriites #threads. roxanne hawke.

Roxanne’s breath HITCHED sharply as Jesse’s finger sank DEEPER, curling just right while his tongue flicked and sucked at her swollen clit with that PERFECT rhythm. Years of guitar playing had really done him GOOD it seemed. How fortunate for HER. Rox had always KNOWN the guitar player was better than the DRUMMER in that regard. She tugged harder on his MESSY hair, guiding his mouth exactly where she needed HIM, hips rolling up to meet every stroke of his tongue and the steady thrust of his finger. While Jesse might have been skilled, Roxanne knew exactly what she NEEDED in that moment and he seemed all but eager to please, why wouldn't she take advantage of the situation at hand? ❝Fuck - right there.❞ she gasped out AGAIN, breathless and needy. Her free hand remained upon her breast the entire time, pinching her nipple HARD as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly, THIGHS starting to tremble around his shoulders. She was close, so FUCKING close.

A broken MOAN eventually tore from her throat as everything finally SNAPPED. Her back arched hard off the bed, walls clenching rhythmically around his finger while his mouth kept working her through it. ❝Jess-!❞ she cried out, hips JERKING against his tongue as the orgasm crashed over her in HOT, pulsing waves. Her fingers stayed tangled tight in his hair, holding him right there while the other hand SHOT towards the pillow beside her head, soft WHIMPERS and shaky little laughs mixing together until she was left panting and boneless. The night had only just begun perhaps, but GOD that part was fun already. She was looking FORWARD to seeing what he would do next. Eyes gazed down upon him through thick lashes and she smiled as another tremor worked through her. ❝Y'er not half BAD at that.❞ As if he hadn't just made her EXPLODE all over his face.

smokecut

Tybalt’s eyes flashed for a moment when he felt the blonde’s hand brush against his abdomen. He was sure it wasn’t just part of the acting, prompting Tybalt to consider if he might just turn his chivalrous act into something far more rewarding for him later that night. After all, whilst a creep couldn’t get anywhere with his newfound fake ‘girlfriend’, Tybalt knew he had charm in spades. Attracting the bartender’s attention, he kept his arm firmly around the girl’s waist, continuing to run gentle circles upon her lower back with his fingertips. “A Margarita,” he began, guessing the blonde liked something sweet, bright but with a kick. “And an Old Fashioned,’ he added for himself. Looking back down at her, Tybalt smirked. “Did I guess right?” he murmured, leaning in as he spoke so he could whisper, pretending like he was nuzzling against her neck.

@darlinghearts

#smokecut #threads. tina hart.

Tina’s pulse FLUTTERED at the warm weight of his arm around her waist and the lazy circles his fingertips drew on her lower back. She melted into the touch like she’d been doing it for MONTHS, letting out a soft, breathy laugh as she tilted her head so his lips nearly BRUSHED her ear. The creep from before was definitely STILL watching - she could FEEL the weight of his stare at the back of her head - so she kept her voice light and adoring, playing the part perfectly while her fingers traced slow little patterns just under the hem of his shirt. She was playing perhaps a dangerous game, pushing it to this length but he hadn't seemed to mind just yet so might as well make the show a GOOD one.

❝Mhm, perfect.❞ The blonde licked her lips as if in anticipation for the drink now being mixed across the counter and with a slight turn of her head, she caught EYES with her faux suitor. ❝You're pretty GOOD at this, anyone ever tell you that?❞ Why would they have? In WHAT scenario? Tina didn't know and she didn't care, but she giggled at her own words anyways and picked THIS exact moment to peek over her savior's shoulder to see if they were still being watched. Yep, but perhaps not for LONG. Fingers crossed.

pleasvres

she groaned as his pants were tugged down , resting around his knees . his breath was warm against the skin of her neck , mewing as his digits wandered their way up her thigh ; finding her panties already soaked for him . fingers wrapped around the tiny fabric , pulling it down her legs to have her kick them to the floor where his shirt rested . lips danced along her collarbone and up her neck until his lips found hers again . the kiss was hot , filled with passion both had for the other . his curse came between breaths , a smirk coming to the femme's lips . back in high school , she'd been the head cheerleader with the quarterback boyfriend . but her wet dreams at night were of the nerdy little boy in the back of the class who wore the glasses . she swallows at the mere size of his girth , then groans at knowing that monster was going to be inside her . the swollen head of his cock toyed her soaked slit , before he pushed inside ; causing the femme's back to arch off the bed as she gripped onto the sheets below her . ❝ merida . . . ❞ she lets slip , her native spanish escaping .

#pleasvres #threads. matty anderson.#this took forever im sorry!

Matty’s breath caught in a shaky hitch as he pushed deeper, hips stuttering awkwardly before he found any kind of rhythm. Estella - THE Estella, the cheerleader goddess type he’d spent all four years secretly pining over from the back of every class - was actually under him, TIGHT and soaking wet around his COCK. It was insane, utterly and wholly and YET ... here she was. Cursing in Spanish beneath her breath in a way that made him moan before he had even really MOVED. Shit, if he didn't get himself under control, he was gonna lose it WAY too soon. And something like that would NOT encourage her to want this to happen more than just once - was that even an option though? Would he be so LUCKY?

❝Fu ... GOD you feel good.❞ Whispering hoarsely against her lips, Matty let out a content sigh before another inch or two sank into her. His hips ROCKED for a moment before he spoke again, this time his voice cracked even more than before. He was trying so hard to keep himself together. ❝Fucking PERFECT.❞ A hand then DIPPED downward to grasp ahold one of her THIGHS and he brought it up enough to HOOK over his hipbone. The shift in position wasn't drastic, but it allowed him better access all the same and he grunted against her lips once more. ❝Tell me what you LIKE, please.❞ A command, but a plea all at the same time.

It was like she'd awoken something in him. James had never considered himself to be aggressive in bed, and in fact, it had always been a point of pride with him that he was the sort to put a woman's pleasure first. But Faye wasn't just any normal woman, as was evident by the way she moaned around him fucking her throat. "Fuck, look at you taking it so well," he moaned, grip now holding tightly as he brought her back down on his cock again and again. It was a moment before he caught on to where her hand had disappeared to, and the thought made him throb against her tongue. He knew in the back of his mind that it was the settings he'd cranked up, but that didn't stop his ego from inflating as he imagined her so worked up from merely sucking him off that she just had take matters into her own hand. "Mm, you love this cock that much, huh?" he breathed, voice gruff and low. He pulled her back enough to slip out of her mouth, fingers wrapping around his length as he teasingly brushed the head against her lips. "I bet you'll let me cum right down your throat, and take every fucking drop, won't you?" Of course she would. And then she wouldn't even turn around to feel slighted or neglected that he hadn't gotten her off first.

Faye looked the PERFECT image of fucked and desperate. When he pulled away, she'd try and CHASE his cock a little - only and inch or two before the hold upon her hair FORCED her to stop - but the action was there all the same. She needed him, in any way that he'd give her. Faye then let out a needy whine and she nodded at his words. Mouth opened without being told and as he continued to playfully SLAP the tip of his dick, she stuck out her tongue to create a LANDING PAD of sorts for him. A target to hit. The hand between her legs still worked all the while and her hips even began to BOUNCE just a little as two fingers slid deep inside. One-hundred percent arousal was no joke, not to her. She was so needy it almost HURT. But he was giving her attention, and right now that was enough. ❝I love it. So MUCH.❞ Faye spoke between SLAPS and she moaned at the heavy weight against her tongue. ❝You gonna GIVE it to me baby?❞

The groan that tore from his throat was broken, downright desperate as she fell forward, her slick walls clenching tight and sporadic around him. "F-fuck, Lottie," he all but whined. He was dizzy from the pleasure, and it was almost too much — fuck, it was too much, but if this was how he fucking died, then damn it, what a way to go. Jesse leaned up just enough to be able to sift his fingers into her messy golden hair, forehead pressing to hers with a low moan. "Oh, yeah you can, baby," he encouraged breathlessly. His hand between them continued it's delicate teasing of her swollen, abused little clit. "You want all my cum?" the man growled before he stole a sloppy, eager kiss, teeth tugging at her plump bottom lip. "Ride my cock and take it all, princess," he grunted just as he planted his feet in the mattress, hips pressing up to meet her halfway with another desperate little groan against her lips.

#kittywriites #threads. lottie cruise.

She wasn't sure how it was POSSIBLE, but every time he put his FAITH in her? It was like a switch went off. No matter what they were doing. If she thought she couldn't do it, and he gave her even the smallest nudge with a 'yeah you can' attitude? It was as if Lottie's fears or insecurities were CURED. Right now seemed to not be any different as he was rewarded with another whimpering moan falling from her lips and she nodded briefly. She could do it, yeah. Just ONE more. Eyelids fluttered when she felt him SHIFT beneath her, and she used the new angle to her advantage before starting to ride him JUST like he had encouraged. It wasn't fast, or particularly hard when she fell back onto him each time, but it was consistent, eager. Her ass met his thighs as they fell into sync with his upward thrusts and the hand beside his head grew SHAKY as the pleasure grew steadily. ❝I need it. F..fuck so bad.❞

He shuddered beneath her touch, each little move she made sending tiny aftershocks of pleasure through him. He sucked in a sharp breath as her hips lifted, fingers gripping at her thighs — but making no real move to stop her. He'd spent the better part of an hour downright torturing the poor overstimulated girl, he supposed payback was only fair. "Ohfuckprincess– !" escaped him in a rushed breath, neck arching against the pillow as she sank back down on his cock. She was so hot, so wet around him, from the countless times he'd made her come and the mess he'd made. "Yes!" The answer escaped him in a breathless, desperate sort of gasp. He couldn't have fucking lied to her even if he'd wanted to. "Fuck, baby," he breathed, looking back up at her. Teeth raked over his bottom lip as his gaze, suddenly ravenous, raked over her naked body once more. His hands slid back up her thighs, one dipping past hers between the. "You're really gonna kill me one of these times, you know that?" he teased, but there was a sort of proud smirk on his face, even as his thumb began to stroke feather light circles over her clit.

#kittywriites #threads. lottie cruise.

She didn't REALLY know what she was doing. Her body was sore, screaming at her to STOP and at least take a break. But he was so hot right now - always was of course - and she just couldn't help it. She was already sore, what was ONE more round? And yeah, maybe PART of it was payback too. Who knew? Lottie let out a whimper as his hand disappeared between her thighs and already BEFORE he touched her at all, her clit fluttered in anticipation. She was oh so sensitive right there, and as soon as he DID manage to touch her, the girl doubled over and barely caught herself with a hand beside his head. Blonde hair now curtained them off from the rest of the room and she let out a breathless laugh. How could he ALWAYS do this to her? The shift in position forced her body to tighten around his cock and her pussy fluttered wildly once it felt the difference. ❝You ... you - GOD, I can't take it anymore.❞ Even as she protested where his hand was, her hips began to move on their own and slowly but surely the petite blonde began to FUCK herself upon her boyfriends lap. ❝F..fuck.❞

And with that, it was no longer his choice whether to keep his eyes open or not. They nearly rolled into the back of his head, his cock buried in her throat pulling a guttural groan from deep within his chest. “Holy shit!” The curse left him in a breathless gasp when she shook her head, throat fluttering deliciously around his cock. The grip in her hair tightened as she began to work his length with a level of expertise he’d never felt before. Forcing his eyes back open, his gaze turned back down to watch her, and he throbbed at the sight of her diligently stroking, sucking, and deepthroating like it was the most important task she’d ever been assigned. “Fuck, that’s good.” he groaned, hips bucking up into her mouth as the hand in her hair pulled her down. Under normal circumstances, he may not have been quite as assertive — but something told him she wasn’t going to mind.

While she was a little too preoccupied to smile at his reaction, Faye's eyes still managed to crinkle with the emotion. His groans and cruses told her exactly what she needed to know and it brought a FLUTTERING sensation somewhere DEEP within her stomach. Butterflies. It was the only way she knew how to describe it, and the very same feeling he had given her when they first met. Of course it was a scripted MEET CUTE, not one that had actually happened but what did she know? The flashback overtook her mind for a moment - as if to further SYNC the pair of them together - before she was brought back into the present just in time for him to all but YANK her head downward. Maybe a normal girl wouldn't have liked the desperation to take what he wanted, but Faye was there to please and so she merely MOANED in response. One hand eventually moved down his thigh, nails digging in every few inches or so as he began to USE her, until it dropped and disappeared between her own legs. She was far too horny at the moment thanks to his actions that she couldn't HELP but slide her panties to the side in order to get a little relief. His pleasure was her pleasure of course, but she was too worked up to be able to STOP herself.

The eagerness with which she took him into her mouth was unmatched, and James even had to admit that watching her struggle only added to the heat coursing through his veins, working him with more enthusiasm and determination than he'd ever seen a woman use on his cock. A throaty moan left the man, eyes flickering while he fought the urge to close them. She was such a pretty fucking picture, and he didn't want to miss a moment of it. "Fuck, that's it," he hissed. His cock had nearly disappeared inside her mouth, and she was batting her pretty lashes up at him in search of what he knew was some sort of validation. So desperate to please him — it was too addictive. "Mm, such a good girl, aren't you?" he noted in a low voice, tone laced with the approval she was seeking. He reached for the phone with his free hand, cock throbbing in anticipation against her tongue. "But I think you can take it all." he assured her, lips cocking into a filthy little smirk before he pushed the arousal slider across to the maximum 100%.

Once again, the change was immediate. Perhaps not as DRAMATIC as the first go around with the slider in his hand, but noticeable all the same as she gave him a tiny little NOD at his next request. A barely there kind of movement that told him she understood without really jostling around too much, before eyes slid shut - she was focused now. Fueled by praise and the desire to please him, Faye bobbed her head a few more times in preparation before doing JUST what he wanted and taking him ALL the way. No more gagging this time, but she did let out a choked moan around his shaft. Her head shook then from side to side slightly, giving him as much stimulation as possible while her nose was FIRMLY pressed against his abdomen. A woman on a mission she was. Please her man as much as possible. The fact that they had only MET properly mere moments ago was lost on her, and she was single track minded as she began to pull back to start a REAL blowjob. His hand was still within her hair of course, and he could control her as much or as little as he wanted, but without needing any further instruction, Faye began to move on her own. Using her hand around the base of him and jerking - twisting - where needed, she began to use her THROAT to its fullest potential.

He watched with equal parts desire and fascination as the doll that he bought worked to undo his slacks and belt. Biting back a groan as she finally freed his aching cock, he licked his lips when he caught her gaze. She fucking worshipped him. Of course he'd read about it in the description and all of the reviews, but that clearly hadn't prepared him. It was different matter entirely to actually see it, to feel it. The pure admiration in her eyes was unmistakable. He throbbed eagerly against the sweet little kiss, her words pulling a low chuckle from him. James was very quickly realizing that this utter devotion was a drug in and of itself. "Oh, fuck yes." The words left him in a breathy moan as the heat of her mouth enveloped him. This was normally the moment he'd let a lady drive, so to speak, but she was his right? Something told him that she wouldn't come equipped with the same kind of reservations that other women ( real women ) often did. His hand slid down, almost experimentally weaving his fingers into her silken locks before his hand curled into a fist. "Show me how perfect. Mmm, show me how deep you can take it."

❝Mmm!❞ A small sound left her when his hand curled into a fist in her HAIR. Not one of protest or anger, but of pure excitement instead. She was designed to be exactly what he wanted after all - and she couldn't ENTIRELY say no. Unless perhaps he told her to, but that was a different beast altogether and seemingly NOT the direction he wanted to go. So Faye would be gleefully present and allow another little moan to vibrate through him before she did as he asked. Demanded. It would be all too EASY for her to just deep throat him in one go, relaxing her throat to the point of unnatural, but that's not part of her basic design. Faye was realistic in ALL facets, and thus? She struggled for a mere moment. Going about half way down, the girl let out a little GAG before pulling back as if it were completely necessary. Like she needed a moment to BREATHE and collect herself before trying again. The second time was easier, swirling her tongue along the bottom PLAYFULLY and taking her time where it mattered. Bobbing her head back and forth to gain confidence. Suddenly she by passed the first attempt, and big blue eyes flickered upward to peer at him through thick lashes to see his reaction. Would he approve? Her nose was STILL not flush against his pelvis like it could have been, but she was close and she looked damned good TRYING.