Karma could never be sweeter

Whatever dislike they harbored for one another just seemed to make the sparks brighter and hotter. Her slight condescension- cooing to him like he were something to be trifled with and teased.

'So excited, weren't you?'

Teeth sting against the soft flesh of his own lip, barely nodding as those eyes watch her pull her top over her head. Freeing up the rest of her body to be admired and leered at. Though he seems distracted as his brow knits together at the sticky wet feeling of her guiding the overly sensitive head of his cock along leaking folds. Dribbles of his previous spend slick back down- hot against cold flesh.

His head tilts back, leaning against the headrest behind him in utter bliss. Eyes continue to peer over her through those thick and dark lashes of his. A hand idly raises to cup one of her breasts, squeezing slightly.

Is he blushing?

Her hands impatiently pull the ratty fabric from his toned body. His flesh nearly just as perfect as the rest of him, save for the very large ornate scar that dimples and ridges across his left pec. Over his heart. A burn scar that looked relatively new and angry. Painful. While his right nipple sports a shiny and dangling piercing.

His hands rest on the top of her smooth thighs, rubbing up and down, his hips trying to angle his way against her. Tempting her to sit fully in his lap and stop this teasing.

"I- I can feel it, you're making a goddamn mess."

He grins widely, one of his hands idly making it's way between them. Fingers gathering up a dribble his slick on his ring finger and putting it to his mouth. Sucking the sullied digit clean. Mouth presses to hers, his tongue unabashedly sharing his salty sacrament with her.

His strong arms try to coax her down onto his cock. A silent beg, a demand.

Lucio can already tell she's going to become a much bigger problem for him than he had anticipated.

"Use me.." He murmurs against her lips, hips trapped beneath her, forced to go at whatever pace she decides.

As he squeezed her breast, Aya bit her lower lip, pushing her hips once more toward his eager cock. Beneath half-closed eyes she smiled.

As soon as he had shed his own annoying shirt, Aya took her time examining his bare chest. A scar here and there. And, of course, a nipple piercing. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be Lucio.

Her teeth still clenched against her lip, her smile turned into a grin. Tasting his own juices on her tongue, she grew impatient. With her mouth open and another moan, she welcomed his taste.

When he voiced what he wanted, she slid closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She let him sink the tip between her folds.

“I want you to do exactly that...” Another slide along his cock, her lips now closer to his. “You want me all to yourself?” Spreading his sticky seed along his length, her sliding grew faster and more energetic.

“You want me to use you? Use your cock to take what I want, hm~?”

After another roll of her hips, she let him slide back inside slowly, this time much more smoothly than before. Her fingers clenched tightly in his hair, she began to move, grinding against him, letting their foreheads press together.