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He’s a jerk but he needs some love pls give him some.

she couldn’t help but smile devilishly when she saw for herself how excited and bashful he was about admitting so. when his fingers wrapped around her fleshy toy, she rocked into his hand and moaned, a soft gasp falling from her ruby-red lips as if she could feel the warmth from his touch. “i know you can, for me,” she whispered as she leaned forward and playfully tapped the tip of his nose. “how else am i supposed to cum inside you?” she was sure she’d come undone just as easily if she could cram her dildo–knot and all–inside austin and see for herself how his ass was swallowing up the load she had prepared for him.

eris lifted her hips a bit and reached behind herself to unlatch his belt, her hand working expertly to free his cock from the confines of his pants and underwear. she stroked him lovingly in her hand, then pressed her dildo’s shaft right against his to press and grind them together.

“you’re going to do me a favor first,” she purred as she shifted the massive junk in her pants. “masturbate, right now. i wanna hear you moan, mi amor. grunt and groan. i wanna hear every filthy thing that goes through your mind as you get your cock hard for me.”

For her... It was embarrassing, what two little words like that could do. Because, clearly, the way that she gasped, the way that she arched into him, melted at his touch, even if she was pretending, even if she was only trying to make the toy feel realer, wasn’t enough. Wasn’t enough to have Austin’s breath trembling, to have his eyes glassing over, to make him feel like he was already slipping down the precipice that she always seemed to shove him over, whether or not she meant to. Cum inside of... God. His stomach clenched, his toes curling slightly so that he didn’t buck up into her touch. 

And then her fingers were around him, loving but always with an air of superiority, of ownership, and he was choking slightly, unable to stop himself from rutting up into the touch, into the plastic when she pressed it against him. His finger fumbled and fell away, wanting, trying to keep up the pretense but allowing the way that their cocks rubbed together to take up the position visually, to take up every thought that swarmed his already addled mind, one by one. Until she spoke again.

“Fuck.”  The word was choked, too tight, breath too heavy, trying to stop himself from simply rolling his hips up against her again. No, no, she had told him to do something, she had given him an order, and he had to regain enough control over his own mind to allow himself to follow it. The question of why she wanted him hard when she had so little care about that part of him had long since fizzled out in his mind - it was base, it made him desperate, it gave her control, and he... He loved it.

And so his hand was tentative, still feeling that giving himself the contact was selfish, still unused to providing his own pleasure like this... That wasn’t her fault, though. and he didn’t like to give it too much thought, so his fingers wrapped around himself, slow, careful, hyper aware of the callouses covering them and how painful they could be, particularly dry... Not that he would have to worry about that for too long, not when he was already half hard and aching... No, it wouldn’t take long at all to give her what she wanted.