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"You're perfect--I mean, it's perfect." He laughed openly, warmly, leaning against the railing right next to Alana. Was that a genuine mix up, or did he fake it? He'll never tell.
"No I mean it," his free hand trailed a finger up her side. He was laying it on thick and had no shame about it: something about Alana, in that place, at that moment, made him want to do the most, be the most, be the biggest, loudest version of himself he could. The feeling hit him in the elevator. It started when she walked out from behind her desk, but when they were standing a hair's-breadth away in the elevator and he swore he could feel anticipation radiating off her in waves, he realized he wanted to keep her there as long as possible. He wanted to give her a full show.
"I couldn't have picked a better spot myself." He paused, squinting at her, then, "I'm not the first girl you've brought up here, am I?" He laughed again, giving her hip a playful squeeze.
alana couldn't help but lean into will's touch, wanting the warmth of him to envelop every sense she has. it all felt easy with him. the conversation, their banter, flirting, her desire. for once she didn't have to push herself to engage with someone, or to be happy in doing so.
"not the first girl, but definitely the first guy," the redhead teased. "no, i'm kidding. believe it or not, up until now, i've been the definition of professionalism." alana turned and angled toward will, the hem of her dress rising when she pushed a leg between his. "something about you has made it very . . . hard." she wouldn't have jeopardized her job for some guy. except, will wasn't just anyone, though that's not what made him attractive to her. alana met plenty of important people in her line of work. they just usually didn't have charisma pouring from every word they spoke or everything they did.
"what about you? do you often propose going down on women you meet, or, do you just have a thing for redheads?"
it's not like she hasn't let girls try over the years, but no one could suck addison's cock as well as her sister. alana just knew every inch of that long, thick length too well, each vein surely memorized by her tongue. that comfort was on full display as alana licked around the blunt tip, tongue swiping at the sensitive slit. "well, they say sharing is caring, and you definitely don't want to share," addison joked back. a bite of her lip soon mixed with a moan when alana lowered herself further, both of them indulging themselves in the familiar pleasure of addison's hard cock engulfed in her twin's sucking mouth. it was just a taste of it, though, and addison nearly whined when alana lifted her mouth off already. "mm, yeah, sure, let them hear you moan my name with my own voice while you cum all over my cock," she teases. "that'll help the rumors that we're fucking each other." only then did she notice there was a certain look in alana's eyes, and a certain tone in her own voice. "oh wait, you're… are you serious?" addison had never really thought about being intentional with it -- she'd worked fairly hard to keep this forbidden aspect of their relationship a secret. definitely harder than alana, though. and yet, for some reason… "fuck… why does that sound kind of hot," she admitted. she's already trying to get alana back where she needs her, get her sister's plump lips back to making that perfect sucking circle around her cock for more than a little tease this time.
alana knew there were ways to get even closer to the edge of the line where the two of them danced on their relationship. where people speculated but couldn't be sure of what went on between them. she'd let her sister think on it more, though not without noting the pulsing of addison's cock when she debated alana's idea. she wrapped her mouth around it again, rubbing her tongue across the slit to swallow that excitement. the redhead hummed as she took her sister's cock further down her throat. she pushed lower and lower until she swallowed it completely, pressing her tongue to the back of addison's shaft as she bobbed up and down. sucking her off only ever made alana hornier. it caused her to be more desperate than she already was; and most of the time that was a good thing, but now she wondered if she pushing things too far. it wasn't long before her lack of patience got the best of her, making her push the other onto her back. the sounds that filled the air became less kosher then, more depraved. the younger twin's throat was full of cock and saliva which caused a sloppy mess. sinful pops and gags alternated until it was hard to breathe. when she pulled back, alana's fervor - filled eyes met ones that matched her own. she continued to work addison's cock, pumping her in firm, slow strokes while she asked, "can i make you cum on yourself? i really want to clean up the mess..."
"Oh thank you," Will said, feigning humility. "That's very sweet of you to say." He then laughed softly, folding his large, strong arms over the marble countertop of the reception desk. His voice lowered so the conversation could continue in private. "So the very obvious choice is for you to come up to my room with my for... brunch." He grinned wickedly. "But I don't wanna be obvious. Well, no more obvious than I've already been," he added, referring to the way he shamelessly hit on her every time he passed through the lobby.
"You work here, though," he continued. "Surely you know some place we can go, somewhere you can really... relax while I... eat."
"i have an idea, but i wouldn't say it's entirely private." alana smirked, curious to know what will's comfort level might be when it came to semi - public sex. she was fast to grab a key in order to lead him to the elevators. as they stepped inside and waited for the doors to close, they stood just close enough for their arms to touch. pent up chemistry buzzed between them. it felt like torture: rising to the borderline top of the hotel had never taken so long.
when the bell rung for their floor, there were only two doors to choose from. alana lead will forward, gesturing to the other side of the hall. "that's the honeymoon suite. above us is the penthouse. but this room," she noted as she let them in, "has the best view of the water." and a balcony that was barely covered by the natural flora of the area. they walked out onto it, immediately hit with a wave of salt air and the sounds of the resort below. alana placed her hands on the railing and looked over at the man she'd dying to have a real moment with since he arrived. "does this work for you, mr. keaton?"
"true, we share a bit more than usual, i guess," dom muses. it seems simple to her, of course. if she finds good pussy to fuck and doesn't want to keep it all for herself, why not tell her friends about it so they can try it, too? why not even try it together? alana's was definitely qualified; she can still remember how hard and how much she came in the redhead. "noo, it's fine," dom assures easily. alana's fears are not immediately understandable to her, but she gets the idea and she wants to assuage them. "it's not going to be weird. it's going to be fun." brunette arches her brow, uninterested in fighting her sudden curiosity, given the context. "you do anal, babe? or are we going to be sharing your pussy the whole time?"
"yeah, it's going to be a lot of fun. should we go ahead and find a spot upstairs to mess around?" paris downs some of her drink, blonde already feeling a surge of excitement about where the night is going. unable to help herself then, she smirks a little at dom. "oh, and she definitely does anal -- don't you, alana? i'm surprised you didn't get into that perfect peach, dom. she'll tell you, i wasted no fucking time."
as the trio heads off to find their final fuck destination, alana laughs at paris, and dom's question. it felt like it should have had an obvious answer given how big of a slut alana is. "i'm trained in both," she replies with a wink, extending each of her hands to take one of theirs. they ascend the stairs together, one after the other, locating the master with relative ease. a california king sits in the middle of it — offering plenty of room for the girls to enjoy.
with reassurance from both of them, alana no longer worries about the night. or its aftermath. dom and paris have been friends for a long time which is proof of their excellent sharing capabilities. they knew what they were doing and the redhead was ready to reap the benefits until she couldn't walk or think straight. with the door closed, alana spins around and leaves their fingers laced; kissing dom first, if only because she was closer. when she pulls back, alana steps away from them both in order to sit on the bed. "come sit with me," she starts at she pats either side of her, a wide smile spreading across her face. "so i can jerk you both off at the same time."

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morning sex? good morning mating press? morning back to back creampies no pulling out? please?
harlan’s eyes only glance up from his computer when alana saunters into his office, wearing a skirt that was just barely long enough to be appropriate. setting up his schedule for the next day would ensure that he’d always have time for this. for her. when she settles on his desk, fingers absentmindedly slide over the smooth expanse of her slender legs, stopping short when he reached the lower hem of her skirt. a devious little smirk eased onto his face when he does. “ food? chinese. to eat? i could think of a few things. “ he hummed before giving her thigh a possessive squeeze.
"do you want me to order that now or . . . later?" the redhead asked, hand coming down on top of her boss to keep his grasp on her; slowly sliding it up and just beneath the hemline of her dress before continuing, "we'll need the sustenance, at some point, but i think i might want something else first." she gestured to his pants, debated dropping into his lap to further the point. but instead alana helped ease harlan's fingers against her, making eyes at him all the while. "you can feel how ready i am, can't you?"
"That is fantastic news," Will clapped his large hands together, grinning from ear to ear. "Has it been a long time for you, too? I find that hard to believe but, I mean, hey, same thing happened to me." Unable to help himself, he laughed.
"i didn't say that," she replied, blush turning her cheeks the slightest dusting of pink. "i just said i wanted you to." his sense of humor remained something alana found endearing, attractive, and levity for the situation. the redhead turned towards him and waited, their eyes roaming as if it was the first time they were seeing each other. "i'm sorry it's been so long for you though," she teased.
the sight of her on her knees, hands behind her back like the perfect little offering, sent a fresh wave of something dark and triumphant surging through him. she was his to claim in ways that would make the very devil blush. the heat of her mouth was sin itself, her tongue a wicked brand against the sensitive flesh of his cock, each swipe sending sparks of pleasure pain shooting straight to his spine. and then her words. god, her words. a confession so raw it should have caused him concern but it only made him harder, only made him want to own her more. the way she said it, like he was her salvation, her damnation, her everything, it coiled around his heart and squeezed until he could barely breathe. his fingers flexed at his sides, the need to touch her, to mark her, almost unbearable. she was a vision of devotion, her throat working around him like she was born to take him, her eyes never leaving his as if she could drown in the storm of his gaze and die happy. the wet, obscene sounds of her mouth on his cock filled the room, a symphony of filth and need that had his balls drawing tight, his control fraying at the edges. and then he saw it. the dark stain of her arousal soaking through the fabric of her skirt, proof of how much she wanted this, how much she wanted him. the scent of sex was thick in the air, a perfume of need and surrender that made his head spin.
"fuck," the word tore from his throat, rough and ragged, as his hand finally gave in and reached for her. his fingers wrapped around her throat, not to choke, but to feel the way she swallowed around him, to feel the flutter of her pulse beneath his thumb, to feel the proof that she was his. the heat of her skin beneath his palm was intoxicating, the way her throat constricted around him as she took a shaky breath through her nose sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over him. "you little liar," he growled, voice thick with something darker than lust. "you think you’ve wanted this your whole life?" his hips rolled forward, testing the depths of her throat, watching her eyes water as she took him, as she obeyed. the sight of her, so perfect in her submission, so his, it was almost enough to make him come right then and there. "every moment with me is worth it?" his thumb traced the line of her jaw, smearing the spit that had escaped her lips, his touch almost reverent. "then prove it." his grip tightened just enough to make her gasp around him, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his core. "take me like the good girl you are. take all of me, jude." his voice dropped to a dark murmur, a promise and a warning all at once. "and when you do, remember this," his other hand tangled in her hair, holding her still, massive length cramming down the back of her throat. "you asked for this. you begged for it. and when the fire comes, when it burns us both to the ground, you’ll have no one to blame but yourself." the thought of it, of her burning with him, of her smiling as the flames consumed her, it sent a shiver down his spine that was equal parts terror and exhilaration.
the moment cornelius wrapped his hand around her throat, jude put hers on top of it. together they felt how his cock filled her, the vibrations from the moans she made around it. but all too quickly, there's nothing tender about the moment. darkness sets behind his eyes, lust and power swirling like a storm. jude gags, chocolate hues watering from the force and surprise. she didn't need him to be gentle. she didn't need him to be kind. instead, the blonde lets the mess of spit flood from her mouth, lets it drip down onto the cleavage that peaks out from the top of her shirt. everything that happened was a visual for his pleasure. she moaned and whined each time he thrust harder into her, bobbing her head in complete submission. but neither relented. even as cornelius spoke, words laced with venom, jude kept her eyes on him. she placed both hands on his thighs and would let him use every inch of her throat until he was done. he could say whatever he wanted, but they both knew the truth. they both knew jude meant everything she ever said to him. and if he didn't want to lose himself down her throat, if he wanted more of her, he could have it. her body was nothing if not his toy. her heart was nothing if not a vessel to carry her love for him. in the brief moment he pulled himself from her mouth, jude rasped, "the only way we'll get caught is if you don't decide where you want to come soon."
she spit into her hand and began to stroke him while he decided, foolishly letting the spark of her attitude turn downright bratty. "do you have a preference? do you want me to pick? do you want to call me a liar a few more times so we can really get you hard?"
it's messy, it's crude, but god does it feel amazing. his hands fumble with trying to hold her and keep her against the tree so he could rut into her like a wild beast that's come to take his fill. he doesn't let go of her tit, his teeth practically holding her nipple hostage in his mouth. he tastes the saltiness of her skin on his tongue and feels the softness of her breast against his face the more he presses against it. his hips fall out of rhythm for a moment as he picks up on what she wants, to be taken deeper. he can do that. he'll take her, he'll break her if she so wanted it. with as good a grip as he can on her, he slams her down over and over again, forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside. he wants her to feel everything. he wants her to be unable to stand once he's finished with her. he wants to claim some part of her that only few can. and when she gives that permission, ace feels like a dam broke inside him. "yeah, alright." is all he can manage out in agreement through gritted teeth. her tit falls from his lips and he's too lost in the feeling of her to chase after it again. so he shoves his face into the crook of her neck, teeth gliding along her skin. "you feel so fucking good, pretty girl, fuck–" he cuts himself off when he feels himself tip over the edge, causing his balls to tighten as he empties himself in hot spurts inside her. a soft moan leaves his lips in ecstasy, his body pressing up against hers, pinning her against the tree. he shoves her down onto him, quietly forcing her to take every bit he can offer her.
she feels as though she's already numb to the rest of the world. now that this has happened, it's like nothing else matters. in the future, when life is full of so much shit she barely wants to deal, jude will think of this. she'll think of ace. of him thinking about her for a month straight, to the point that he couldn't stay away from her. of him fucking her raw, till she couldn't see anything but him, till she didn't know what was up or down. what was him or what was her. when she needed to make herself come, she'd think of this. probably for the rest of her life. when she feels his face in the crook of her neck, his lips and teeth nipping and sucking on her as he begins to burst, jude's fingers cradle his head to keep him there. "come for me." she takes each thrust, moaning as he forces every inch inside her. "please. please come for me." the blonde whines, each word accompanied by the most intense pulsing of her walls around his cock. milking every drop. begging for it. even when he floods her, jude feels like she won't have enough. mindless chants leave her lips. "give it to me," she growls in his ear, unaware of how feral she's become; how she's bouncing on his cock in an attempt to pull every last drop of seed from him that she can. her vision grows darker even as she begs, "don't stop, don't stop, don't stop..."

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teasing aside, sydney knew she was genuinely a lot to take. if she was dating a girl she liked, she'd be going slower, checking in more and making sure she wasn't going too fast, and she definitely would've invested in more foreplay first. this thing with jude, though, was definitely not that. sydney just pushed, in and in, groaning as she forced herself deeper, savoring the tightness of jude's cunt getting stretched around the girth of her cock. she bottomed out with a bit to spare, the other blonde's pussy unable to take the full size of sydney's dick yet, but she had a feeling she could get there once they warmed up. that was quickly going even better than expected with jude starting to moan and rock her ass back into sydney's thrusts. "yeah, it's big as fuck, but you can't be too surprised," sydney pointed out with a smirk. she used jude's hips to control the pace, watching jude's gripping pussy start to leave slickness behind as it slid up and down her bare shaft in long strokes. "you had every inch of it stuffed down your throat yesterday… mm, fuck." she had to ramp up her pace as she started chasing that pleasure, and soon she was getting those balls deep thrusts she craved, hips smacking cheeks as she fucked jude over the end of the couch. "don't worry, your pussy's definitely getting wrecked, fuck."
despite having known what sydney was packing, it felt entirely different having it stuffed deep inside her cunt. jude breathed through it, whining when sydney got a little more rough, took a little bit more without so much as a warning. her fingers dug into the fabric of the couch, unable to form a coherent thought. all she knew was pain, but the good kind. the kind that made her see stars. jude moved her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit when she could manage, spread her legs further apart so it all didn't feel so tight. it did the trick, her arousal growing from something that made her cling to sydney's cock to something that helped her expand around it. part of her wanted to turn around so she could actually watch as the other blonde's cock disappeared. she couldn't believe her body was handling one with that much girth and length. with each deep thrust, jude felt closer to losing her mind. she began to moan, unable to stop herself when sydney delved so deep she feared she'd fall right over. "go slower," the blonde tried to demand through gritted teeth. jude liked the way sydney filled her, how her cock was big enough to hit her g spot. she wanted to feel the full pressure, that ending tap that made her walls flutter as much as they could. when sydney did, jude tightened around her as much as she could. "do you feel that?" she asked, gently rolling herself back so the head of sydney's cock was snug. it pulsed against the depth of her and threatened to make jude come. she should have been embarrassed then because the next words out of her mouth were treading awfully close to begging, "please keep hitting that spot. please, god, please."
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"I've been thinking about eating your pussy for..." Will pretended to check a watch he wasn't wearing. "...ever, so... whaddya say? Interested? I mean," he pointed again at his pretend watch. "It's almost lunch time, after all." He grinned.
"that's such a… direct way of approaching… this," alana laughed. though to be fair, she's been attracted to will for an equally long amount of time. she's amazed it took them this long to get here. "but yeah, i am. interested. i'm very interested."
"baby, no one's really going to take me away from you. we're twins; you're stuck with me for life whether you want it or not." the two redheads had always been unusually close, and though they had their spats like any sisters, a little hurt feelings or drama here and there, few things could keep them out of bed together at night. addison didn't hide her little smile of victory as alana stripped down and got on her knees, clearly ready to make her point. "mm, i'm not gonna sue you, but i am going to tease you about it," she noted, purring in approval as she relaxed back on the bed and let alana work to free her cock. she loved the familiarity in her touch, the casual ease of her twin's plump lips circling around the sensitive head of her shaft to suck. if alana wanted to remind addison of just how much practice she had with this, how she'd raised sucking off addison's notoriously large cock to an art form, she was absolutely going to let her. "yeah, she probably will," addison agreed, feeling her shaft growing bigger and harder in alana's pumping hand. "if only i could tell her i'm too busy fucking my sister to bother with her…" she chuckled down at alana lightly. "i still think plenty of people would believe that, by the way. we don't always do a very good job of hiding what we do together."
"i wish i cared," alana replied, a coy smile appearing on her lips. she was shameless. when it came to addison, there wasn't a care in the world about who knew how much alana loved her. her sister was the person she'd always love and adore the most. if people had a problem with it, that wasn't her concern. addison's opinion was the only one that mattered. as the noise of the party faded away, alana rubbed the tip of addison's cock across her nipples; drawing an aroused sigh from deep within her chest because the sensation felt so good. her face dipped in order to lick and suck on the head, swirling her tongue around it until her intrusive thoughts won. she took her sister's cock into her mouth, moaning around it when she tasted the familiar salty beads dripping onto her tongue. with the perfect pop of release, alana found herself suddenly turned on by the fact that people probably knew what went on between them. that they could hear it tonight, in fact, with complete clarity. "what if i don't want to hide it? what if i want them to hear you fuck the shit out of me, and how much i like it?"
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"what do you mean, you've never had a threesome?" dom narrows her eyes at alana as she sips her drink. "like, never? not even a little bit?" she has no idea what a little bit might even look like while still calling it a threesome, but either way, it's hard for dom to imagine. she's been fucking girls with her friends for years, paris included, but alana is a relatively recent addition to their circle -- not that that stopped dom from having sex with her a couple times already.
"you should let us fix that for you," paris supplies easily, smiling at alana before throwing a smirking side-eye to dom. she clinks her cup with dom's before sipping from it. "dom and i are… kinda good at the threesome thing, and you and i have already fucked at least, so." she catches dom's sudden knowing smirk back between alana and herself, and paris laughs. "oh fuck, wait, alana, you already fucked dom, too? girl. yeah, you're so ready for this."
"why is that so crazy?" alana asks just before dom and paris begin their barrage of questioning. when they finally stop, the redhead clarifies how she feels. "i haven't had the opportunity before. believe it or not, i've never been part of a friend group that… shares so much." she looks between both of her new friends, feeling a subtle blush creeping across her cheeks. alana isn't worried about the logistics, she knows how to fuck. and more than that, she wants to. badly. with them. her experiences with paris and dom have been in equal measure - the best she's ever had. the idea of having sex with them at the same time is like a dream she wasn't aware she was allowed to have. "like, are you guys sure this is okay? it won't be weird? at all?" alana prays for an immediate no. "i don't want to lose either one of you. as friends or," she pauses, "fuck buddies."
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possessive men having angry jealous missionary sex…..,,,, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at them….. looking back at them all lovestruck and them getting even more possessive because they want to be the only one to see you that way..,,,,…. aaaaughhshdhff
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the sight of her on her knees before him, lips parted and eyes dark with sin, sent a jolt of something dark and possessive coiling through his veins. she was his ruin. his beautiful, wicked ruin. the air between them thick with the scent of citrus and the far more intoxicating musk of her obsession. his cock throbbed, desperate, the tip glistening with the proof of how much he wanted this. wanted her. the spilled mimosa had been a mere ghost of a distraction compared to the fire she had kindled in his blood. the memory of her taste, her touch, her desperate whimpers still burned behind his eyelids, the echo of her moans a siren’s call he was powerless to resist. his teeth ground together, the only thing keeping him from snapping at her impromptu scene. or from shoving his cock between those smirking lips and fucking her throat until she gagged, until her eyes watered, until the only sound she could make was the wet, obscene noise of her choking on him. the thought alone had his hips twitching, his cock jumping as if in agreement. god, how easy it would be. how good it would feel to shut her up that way, to punish her for every defiant word, every teasing touch, every time she looked at him with that knowing smirk like she already owned him. his fingers tangled in the silk of her hair, not to pull her away but to hold her there. to anchor himself in the storm of his own making. the muscles in his thighs trembled with the effort of restraint, his free hand flexing at his side before he finally gave in and reached for her.
"hands on the floor," he barked, voice sharp as a whip crack, "where i can see them." because god knew if she so much as brushed her fingers against herself, if she dared to touch what was his, he’d lose what little control he had left. "you’re not allowed to touch yourself. no one touches my property without permission and that’s what you are, right?" he growled, voice rough as gravel, each word a struggle against the need clawing at his throat. the wall at his back the only thing keeping him from surging forward. from giving her exactly what she begged for. but fuck, how he wanted to watch her throat work around him, wanted to feel the flutter of her gag reflex as he hit the back of her mouth. wanted to see tears streaming down her cheeks as he held her there, as she choked on him, as she learned what happened when she pushed him too far. the thought had his cock pulsing, a bead of precum welling at the tip, betraying just how much he craved it. "my stupid little wicked play thing." his thumb brushed over her bottom lip, smearing the last traces of the drink there. his touch possessive. claiming. "think you can take every last inch and still look at me like i’m your god?" his hips jerked forward despite himself, the tip of him brushing against her lips. a silent challenge. a dark promise. the heat of her breath against his skin was madness. and he was already halfway to hell for her. "you’re still playing with fire, jude. and one of these days, you’re going to get burned."
she nodded instinctively to his instructions, agreeing without thought. as long as he called her his, jude didn't care what other connotation his words might have held. the blonde sucked on the head of his cock, swirled her tongue against the slit that still managed to drip. within an instant, she opened her mouth and let cornelius push however much of himself down her throat as he wanted. the only wrench she put on what he'd told her to do was putting her hands behind her back; twisted and locked so he could clearly see she was obeying him. when he stilled, jude took it as an opportunity to make one final comment before surrendering to their desires. "i've wanted this my entire life. every moment with you is worth it." let the fire swallow her whole if that was her fate. she would burn to death with a smile on her face.
her sentiment seemed to provide something they both needed. a realization of sorts. for jude, she laid her heart bare before him. he would no longer have the ability to deny the level of her devotion, couldn't claim it was just a game; and for cornelius, well, what was better than knowing you were a god to someone? that a woman would die if it meant having you. he was her world. her dream. her future, if he'd allow it. she took him into her mouth again, completely, and moaned at the feeling of having his fullness on her tongue. as it slid down her throat, jude bobbed her head, lips coming to press against his pelvis. every vein and curve of him was perfect. she could easily remember how good they felt inside her last night. and every time she had him, it made her want him more. with her cheeks drawn in, jude drug her tongue up and down his shaft, ignoring the beginning struggles to breathe. her throat worked around him as he thrust it in and out of her wet warmth. had she been laying down, the bulge of his cock would have been beautifully visible. but from this angle, cornelius would have to reach forward to grasp her throat to feel it. she wanted him to, wanted him to be unable to stop himself from feeling how good she was. just for him. his wicked little play thing. his good girl. his angel. her own arousal began to leak from her cunt then, wetting her inner thighs beneath her skirt as she kept her eyes on him; unwavering as she felt a familiar aching pulse between her legs.