@quamvisnexa:
“See, there you go again.” He leaned back in his chair, a toothpick sticking out the side of his mouth. Why she came to his garage like this? She wanted more of him, but didn’t want to admit it. Really, it was a cat and mouse game they were playing with each other. “Say you want me to touch you–.. and then recline. I like direct.” His gaze was maybe a bit on the intense side, but there was a mischievous glint in there somewhere. “Either you don’t want me to touch you or you do. I don’t like playing games.” He gestured to his lap for a moment. “So take a seat or walk away, babe.”
“You have said before you don’t like playing games, well unless those games are your finger’s inside of me.” She pulled the toothpick from his mouth as she slid into his lap, fingers pushed through his hair giving a soft tug to the strand’s. “Unless that wasn’t a game.” She spoke softly, her lips brushing over the shell of his ear before she moved her hip’s against his, grinding into him before she slowed a little.
“What if I told you I wanted to ride you until I could think of nothing else but how big you dick is inside me and your name.” She tilted her head to the side, then to the other side before she glanced at him, eye’s connecting to his. She had dreamed about doing it for a while and really she just wanted to see if the dream was close to the reality.
