"Sí, hermosa..."
Her thc laced command caresses his ears, hands doing just as she commanded. Did Coffi know how obedient he could be? Maybe. Or it could have just been the weed driven arousal clouding his mind.
“Anything for you..~”
To think it started off so relaxed. What was supposed to be just late night with a little weed convo turned into impromptu meeting of the lips. Just minutes ago they were laughing about the hilarity of various west coast rappers lunch lines, sharing a love of the iconic Stevens and his delivery.
Admittedly, those soft brown hues found themselves glancing at the heaven sent sight of those glossy lips. Coffi was always cute, both in her iconic and lowly fits but there was something about her that had his mind filled with thoughts of kissing of her.
A pause.
A shared glance.
His lips become acquainted with hers, soon joining their trend of the brown sugar gloss he was so enamored with. While he was getting lost in the heaven that was her kiss, those large calloused hands get handsy with those goddess blessed hips. Just as the haze fills the car, a lavender aura provides a soothing backlight.
Thank the Gods for his magick, those intangible hands doing just as she says so he can pull her close against him. Fuck. Her nails against his hair coated skin are intoxicating, providing further motivation to add some heat to their kiss.
“Yeah, I got one…” his deep voice find a way to deepen as those lavender hues meet hers.
An intangible hands guides a non later wrapper to his hands, teeth meeting its edges to rip it open. His hips match hers, dick already leaking two weeks of sexual frustration. His hands takes a break from squeezing her ass to slip on the protection against his length.
“Don’t be afraid to use me how ya want, I can take it~”
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there's not much space for her to ride, she muses. but it isn't her first time fucking in a car, and it probably won't be her last. pushing him back slow as she messes with the little lever on the seat, she smiles. it doesn't do much, but it keeps her head from hitting the ceiling.
meanwhile, her hips, thighs, chest; chris's hands wander as if the traces of his fingers give him a clearer image of the woman before him.
❝ someone's leaking already.. ❞ she teases. the gesture is flattering. coffi finds his length behind her, giving him one pump to check the rubber herself. ❝ there we go.. ❞ latex to dripping flesh, a little needy look appears on his face just from brief contact. and god, it makes her want to ravish him.
she takes her sweet time, small huffs and expletives falling like rain until she takes him in fully. the slight burn of the stretch hurts good. ❝ give me a second.. ❞ she groans, hips slowly tilting until they finally settle ... only to then pick up in speed in the opposite direction. one, two.. her hand slips down his chest, settling right below his neck for support. ❝ fuck.. feels so fucking good.. ❞
if @thebewitchedbaker is a man of his word.. then she'll definitely be doing just as she pleases.
she just hopes he can keep up.
This isn’t his first rodeo. No one knew lore about fooling in cars than Chris. The 1970 Charger is somewhat roomy. Not enough for what he assume they both want. But none of that is on his mind.
It’s on the beauty straddling his lap.
Chris always said Coffi was a baddie. She could put that shit on. Mix with the best of them and his favorite? A voice that could even make the phone book interesting.
His eyes work in tandem with his hands, not only caressing but gazing upon the way both the Gods and the dj took their time sculpting her. Her skin is gorgeous, complimented by pierced dainty breast that Chris was all to eager to lick and squeeze.
You’d understand the little grunt of disappointment once he realized his lips had to leave the plush comfort of hers. But the again, the reminder of her strength as she slowly and agonizingly pushes him back is just as good. Good enough to let one coherent thought leave our all too eager baker.
“You’re divine…”
No wonder he was already leaking for her. Hell, he’s already biting his lips as he feels those manicured nails align his length. Just the excitement of meeting her heat as him grinding pathetically against her.
“Can you blame me…you’re sexy a-oh…fuck~”
A thought unfinished as he finally gets what wants. Coffi wasn’t the only one who needed a second. She feels just as good if not better than any of those late night dreams, no doubt that thc enhancing the heaven that was Coffi. Though he does appreciate the assuring feeling of her getting used to his size.
The baker was often said to be not a small thing. A nice drooling thickness that was complimented by a nice length. Even with the latex seperating them, those veins were clear as day.
“Funny…I was going to say the same thing…” he coos. “You feel amazing..”
His eyes never leave hers, half lidded lavender hues enjoying being used. Even through the condom, her wamrth is intoxicating. Just even her moments almost have him ready to release everything in him. But they were just getting started. No way he was going to finish early. He wanted to enjoy every second of their long night.
Large hands meet her wrist, not so subtly guiding her to that sweet welcoming neck of his. Despite the chorus of hissed curses and moans, his eyes looking up at her with a smirk. Returning her slow actions, he wraps those manicured hands around their brief home.
“Is that it? Thought there would be more~”
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