Sitting on Old Man's Logan's face? Has more beard... *insert sabrina carpenter image biting her finger*
"C'mon, take a seat darling."
You bit your lip, hesitating as you stay hovering over his chest. You had a long day, and after venting to Logan for nearly an hour- he had some how slowly brought you into the bedroom, undressed the both of you, and had you straddling him. You didn't even realize it till you finished venting, and felt his hard pecs underneath where your hands were resting.
"You sure?" You ask with a shy smile. He had told you he knew exactly how to get rid of all the pesky bad feelings you were having.
He quirked a brow, frowning but it only made your smile bigger "Just sit on my damn face,"
You giggled, finally making the move to climb over his shoulders and slowly lower yourself over him while clinging onto the headboard. First feeling the scratch of his beard on your thighs, then felt the tip of his nose bump into your clit and gasp.
You were about to say sorry, adjust your hips, until he growled in frustration. Arms wrapped around your thighs, he yanked you down hard onto him. You yelped, then moaned as his tongue slid inside your pussy, his nose bumping into your clit as he forced your hips to ride his face; and his beard, perfectly scratching against your thighs and parts of you his tongue has touched yet.
"Oh- You're right," You moaned, as you finally relaxed your weight over him in which he slapped your ass approvingly in response. "This does make me feel better...."