Baking the world a better place

"It feeeeeelsss... inconsiderate?" He muses on, his words drawn out, in no rush. He hums with his lips pressed to her shoulder, feeling the vibrations between them. When she pulls back he looks up at her with a sweet smile, then the corners of his lips curl as he gives one more little thrust into her with a hisd followed by a slight giggle. "Little tender." his face somehow feels a little hotter. "but noted"

She tilts her head at the first string of words he muses. A crunch of her brow but soft smile. “Inconsiderate h-oww?” She asks, her voice quipping at the end as he meets her gaze thrusting upward unexpectedly. She holds a little firm onto him as her tummy flips with the sensitive sensation. She shakes her head and raises her brow a little more, nuzzling her nose to his a little as she purses her lips and catches his little bratty smirk. Her stare is playful, matching his devilish grin. “Very tender, actually.” She echoes, grabbing his chin and pressing a kiss to it.

He can't help but chuckle at how she loses her place in her words, turning his head to meet her lips and takes it slow and makes a meal of kissing her for a minute. When he so softly parts his breath is just slightly faster, but his heart still flutters. "Inconsiderate like... its messy and its... worrisome?"

She lets out a noise of approval as his lips meet hers, her hand soft and cupping to his jaw now as it dances over his stubble sweetly. She lets her body fully collapse against him as they smooch, gently melting into him more. As he moves from her mouth, she pouts a little, forever insatiable for his kiss. For him in general. Seeing him so docile and needy replaying in her brain, making her just want to wrap around him, innocently now. For the most part. She shakes her head to his words. “I said I love it.” She says in a little retort and humph.

A smirk pulls at his lips again, and he kisses it to her lips for a briefer moment than before. "You would." He sighs against her lips before another kiss. "Do you... need anything? To pick anything up or..." It was a strange feeling in his mouth trying to get the question out, but it wasn't something that came up often enough for him to know just what to do for her. "Okay to head home?"

"Its your body. If you're on it then it should be fine, You'd know better." He shrugs, making a note in his head that he didn't even mean to. He starts to feel silly for asking, like he should have just trusted her to be on the same page or to care of herself. He quickly looks around and fishes some napkins from a compartment and puts them in her hand sheepishly, then rests his hands on the tops of her thighs, waiting for her que to move. "I feel great!"

He purses his lips right into his teeth when he leans back to look at her pretty face while she parts from him and cleans up the less pleasant parts between them. He has an odd thought that comes right out. "I should have bit you more." He notes, looking at her shoulder and neck, that they bear nothing noteworthy from him. He's been embarrassed by leaving clues behind on her before, but he knew she liked it. Sacrifices could be made next time. "Think you can make it home this time?" he teases

She feels his eyes on her as she starts to clean up, and it makes her stomach do a happy little flip. She looks back up, now greeted by his lip tucking between his teeth, making her eyes flicker and keep her little smirk. His words catch her by surprise though, often shy of leaving art on her. She did like it, feeling them like poetry anytime they write onto her. The sentence makes her eyebrow quirks up into a pleasantly surprised arch. “You can Mark me up anytime you want.” She says smoothly, a slight quirk in her tone as she finishes up, bringing one of her fingers to her mouth and sucking it.

"It feeeeeelsss... inconsiderate?" He muses on, his words drawn out, in no rush. He hums with his lips pressed to her shoulder, feeling the vibrations between them. When she pulls back he looks up at her with a sweet smile, then the corners of his lips curl as he gives one more little thrust into her with a hisd followed by a slight giggle. "Little tender." his face somehow feels a little hotter. "but noted"

She tilts her head at the first string of words he muses. A crunch of her brow but soft smile. “Inconsiderate h-oww?” She asks, her voice quipping at the end as he meets her gaze thrusting upward unexpectedly. She holds a little firm onto him as her tummy flips with the sensitive sensation. She shakes her head and raises her brow a little more, nuzzling her nose to his a little as she purses her lips and catches his little bratty smirk. Her stare is playful, matching his devilish grin. “Very tender, actually.” She echoes, grabbing his chin and pressing a kiss to it.

He can't help but chuckle at how she loses her place in her words, turning his head to meet her lips and takes it slow and makes a meal of kissing her for a minute. When he so softly parts his breath is just slightly faster, but his heart still flutters. "Inconsiderate like... its messy and its... worrisome?"

She lets out a noise of approval as his lips meet hers, her hand soft and cupping to his jaw now as it dances over his stubble sweetly. She lets her body fully collapse against him as they smooch, gently melting into him more. As he moves from her mouth, she pouts a little, forever insatiable for his kiss. For him in general. Seeing him so docile and needy replaying in her brain, making her just want to wrap around him, innocently now. For the most part. She shakes her head to his words. “I said I love it.” She says in a little retort and humph.

A smirk pulls at his lips again, and he kisses it to her lips for a briefer moment than before. "You would." He sighs against her lips before another kiss. "Do you... need anything? To pick anything up or..." It was a strange feeling in his mouth trying to get the question out, but it wasn't something that came up often enough for him to know just what to do for her. "Okay to head home?"

"Its your body. If you're on it then it should be fine, You'd know better." He shrugs, making a note in his head that he didn't even mean to. He starts to feel silly for asking, like he should have just trusted her to be on the same page or to care of herself. He quickly looks around and fishes some napkins from a compartment and puts them in her hand sheepishly, then rests his hands on the tops of her thighs, waiting for her que to move. "I feel great!"

"It feeeeeelsss... inconsiderate?" He muses on, his words drawn out, in no rush. He hums with his lips pressed to her shoulder, feeling the vibrations between them. When she pulls back he looks up at her with a sweet smile, then the corners of his lips curl as he gives one more little thrust into her with a hisd followed by a slight giggle. "Little tender." his face somehow feels a little hotter. "but noted"

She tilts her head at the first string of words he muses. A crunch of her brow but soft smile. “Inconsiderate h-oww?” She asks, her voice quipping at the end as he meets her gaze thrusting upward unexpectedly. She holds a little firm onto him as her tummy flips with the sensitive sensation. She shakes her head and raises her brow a little more, nuzzling her nose to his a little as she purses her lips and catches his little bratty smirk. Her stare is playful, matching his devilish grin. “Very tender, actually.” She echoes, grabbing his chin and pressing a kiss to it.

He can't help but chuckle at how she loses her place in her words, turning his head to meet her lips and takes it slow and makes a meal of kissing her for a minute. When he so softly parts his breath is just slightly faster, but his heart still flutters. "Inconsiderate like... its messy and its... worrisome?"

She lets out a noise of approval as his lips meet hers, her hand soft and cupping to his jaw now as it dances over his stubble sweetly. She lets her body fully collapse against him as they smooch, gently melting into him more. As he moves from her mouth, she pouts a little, forever insatiable for his kiss. For him in general. Seeing him so docile and needy replaying in her brain, making her just want to wrap around him, innocently now. For the most part. She shakes her head to his words. “I said I love it.” She says in a little retort and humph.

A smirk pulls at his lips again, and he kisses it to her lips for a briefer moment than before. "You would." He sighs against her lips before another kiss. "Do you... need anything? To pick anything up or..." It was a strange feeling in his mouth trying to get the question out, but it wasn't something that came up often enough for him to know just what to do for her. "Okay to head home?"

"It feeeeeelsss... inconsiderate?" He muses on, his words drawn out, in no rush. He hums with his lips pressed to her shoulder, feeling the vibrations between them. When she pulls back he looks up at her with a sweet smile, then the corners of his lips curl as he gives one more little thrust into her with a hisd followed by a slight giggle. "Little tender." his face somehow feels a little hotter. "but noted"

She tilts her head at the first string of words he muses. A crunch of her brow but soft smile. “Inconsiderate h-oww?” She asks, her voice quipping at the end as he meets her gaze thrusting upward unexpectedly. She holds a little firm onto him as her tummy flips with the sensitive sensation. She shakes her head and raises her brow a little more, nuzzling her nose to his a little as she purses her lips and catches his little bratty smirk. Her stare is playful, matching his devilish grin. “Very tender, actually.” She echoes, grabbing his chin and pressing a kiss to it.

He can't help but chuckle at how she loses her place in her words, turning his head to meet her lips and takes it slow and makes a meal of kissing her for a minute. When he so softly parts his breath is just slightly faster, but his heart still flutters. "Inconsiderate like... its messy and its... worrisome?"

She lets out a noise of approval as his lips meet hers, her hand soft and cupping to his jaw now as it dances over his stubble sweetly. She lets her body fully collapse against him as they smooch, gently melting into him more. As he moves from her mouth, she pouts a little, forever insatiable for his kiss. For him in general. Seeing him so docile and needy replaying in her brain, making her just want to wrap around him, innocently now. For the most part. She shakes her head to his words. “I said I love it.” She says in a little retort and humph.

"It feeeeeelsss... inconsiderate?" He muses on, his words drawn out, in no rush. He hums with his lips pressed to her shoulder, feeling the vibrations between them. When she pulls back he looks up at her with a sweet smile, then the corners of his lips curl as he gives one more little thrust into her with a hisd followed by a slight giggle. "Little tender." his face somehow feels a little hotter. "but noted"

She tilts her head at the first string of words he muses. A crunch of her brow but soft smile. “Inconsiderate h-oww?” She asks, her voice quipping at the end as he meets her gaze thrusting upward unexpectedly. She holds a little firm onto him as her tummy flips with the sensitive sensation. She shakes her head and raises her brow a little more, nuzzling her nose to his a little as she purses her lips and catches his little bratty smirk. Her stare is playful, matching his devilish grin. “Very tender, actually.” She echoes, grabbing his chin and pressing a kiss to it.

She lets out a gasp of air as he squeezes her breast, her brow crumbling for a moment at the sensation, but also more so at the flipped reaction from him. She looks to him with a raised brow as he speaks, her bucking slowing down a bit. He was challenging her. She shakes her head, and the grip on his jaw tightens more her thumb holding close to the corner of his mouth. "Are you putting words in my mouth?" she hisses. His little giggle making her heart flutter, unable to resist a tiny little twitch of a smile at it. He was so cute! But quickly, just as soon as it's there it's gone, recentering as soon as it spills to the corners of her lips, back to a serious and blank expression. She moves her hips backwards and up, releasing a few of his inches slowly until he's just shy of falling out of her, only the tip teasing her entrance.

Mark whines when he is no longer treated to being inside her, warm and enveloped. The threat his body would be without hers snapping his attention back in so quickly he does the first thing he didn't have to think about. His face turns into her hand, her thumb sucked into his mouth, tongue feeling over her finger print, a light bite between his teeth with a groan. Don't leave me. I'm worth the trouble. I can be good if you keep it up. He's not sure where the instinct comes from, but he bobs his head, just once, nice and slow, sucking down to the base of her thumb where he's so emboldened as to practically trace the lines on her palm.

She hears his little mewl, a smirk painting her lips as the sound plays out from him so sweetly. She looks to him with knowing eyes, but tilts her head as if questioning. Before she can say anything, his face turns, and it's as if he knew her next move. Her thumb had inched it way to hook, and there he met her match. It entering his mouth, lips enveloping her digit in slick warmth. She gives a moan, as his tongue splays against her thumb's face. A little hitch of breath at the tiny nip. And when his head starts to bob, slow and steady, sucking against it's length she watches with a zealous stare, her own mouth hanging open in unexpected arousal. Eyes sparkling as she watches him. She gives a purr and rolls her hips forward again, rewarding him the space back inside her... but slowly, inch by inch with each bob of his head. "Goooood boy." she says low and slow in a croon, her thumb pressing very lightly against the flat pallet of his tongue.

He wasn't going to keep this up. He felt like a shaken soda, bubbles under his skin, the pressure all consuming and making him tense. "'lease.." He mumbles around her finger through moans. "I need- i hav-" each time he tries to talk its like the bubbles are just getting more agitated. " 'uck~!"

Mark processes it very well for how much his head was clouded and swimming with lust and adoration. His hand is quickly on the move, his mouth still sucking on her thumb as his fingers gently feel out her clit, narrowing in circles, easing into pressure.

She watches as his hand moves between her legs once more, bucking her hips forward to meet it's grasp for friction, instinctively. She pays no mind what the thrust forward may do to him, not her concern at this time. She lets out a groan once he begins working her forward again. She knows it wont take long, her clit still so sensitive from the attention it got earlier. It was perfect, he was close, she would be close soon. She gives another little purr and smiles to him again, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth where he had continued working her thumb. "That's my good boy. See how easy that was." she moans against his jaw, her thumb giving small thrusts to and fro against his tongue, giving his head bobbing a little break. Her breath catching as his fingers started to pick up pace and press firmer. "You wanna cum with me?" she asks, still pressed to his shoulder as she watches him. "You think you've earned it?" she asks with a small notch to her movement.

Mark has rarely ever felt as floaty as he did now. Rosanna taking the reins, even in thrusting into his mouth as he swallows around her digit. He has no brain power left to question it, what shame may usually tag along with something nearly degrading. He can only look at her with a gaze that oozed affection and chase the high. "Mhhm~" he can hum to her, nodding as best he could without getting her nail to his soft pallet.

She watches him with the utmost attention, her eyes daring not flicker, barely even blink as she takes in him processing everything. She nods as he swallows and wraps around her digit, smiling cockily all the while. His eyes are so sweet, so starry, adoration glinting back at her. If his pupils could form hearts they would. The sight wraps around her own heart tightly. It also handles her like a balloon to the wind, catching around her stomach and spreading against her core. Flying upward. She gives a warm, low moan at it all. His fingers pressing in such a rhythm to match it perfectly. "Good.....-goodgoodgood." she hitches out, moving from his shoulder to arch her back to send the wave, quickly rushing to her, forward. "I'm...I'm right there." she sputters, her hips starting to rock more intensely. She slowly pulls her thumb from his mouth now, holding his chis chin as she goes. "Fuck, cum with me. Be a good boy, fill me up." she grunts, dipping her head for a moment, then snapping it back to look at him dead in the eyes again. "Whose good boy are you?" she beckons to him.

Mark almost bites down on her thumb, like a dog with food aggression, but as he starts to graze her skin, he forces himself to open, a moan sounding out as she picks up her pace and he feels her starting to pulse around him. The next primal instict that takes him is the thrill of being inside her, knowing he was going to leave all traces of himself. On her skin, her ripped clothes, cum dripping down her thighs- "Ro~!" His arms close around her waist, his hips thrusting up to meet hers as the delayed gratification all pays off with a burst of euphoria that feels like a firework igniting in his core. He pulls her down, burying his face in her neck, his moans being buried against her skin, desperate, punctuated by panting and whimpers. "'m good, I'm your good boy. Rosie's good boy."

Originally, she had hesitated removing her thumb. Something about him wrapped around her like that very primal to her. But she wanted to hear him proper. Hear his moans louder. The sweet sighs clearer. The words he would sputter out like a song, and not dared muffled. She smiles as she is gifted this. Hearing him groan, feeling it heat against her as she rushes to her climax. Her walls flutter against him, and when he grabs her, fully hooking around her waist and pulling deeper she lets out a hard gasp, catching harsh in her throat. His thrusts dive up as she sinks down, and it all shoots over her. Electric. Warm. Dizzy. Her hands shoot to his head as his faces buries against her, holding him tighter as if she could meld into his skin as the wave crashes against her, into her. He rasps and mewls against her skin, her own words vacant as her head is fogged with the ecstasy drowning her with each tidal crash. She finally lets the rest of the gasp out from the catch, and it comes out like a cry. Her eyes shut tight as she finally buries her face into his hair. He muses her with his whimpers, panting his answer like a pray. She shivers against him, daring not move from his body or rid even a centimeter to how close they were. She kisses his locks, and kisses, and kisses as she catches her breath. "My... good ...boy." she sighs in between labored breathing.

Mark's body melts into hers, his cheek hot against her neck, his breath heavy and blooming across her skin. He whimpers with each lingering twitch inside her, every Needy buck of his hips through trembling aftershocks. "I-im sorry.... was that- was it okay I-" He tries to speak through panting, just giving up with a groan while he slide his fingers through the sickness of her folds, ghosting over her clit. "Love... cumming with you..."

She lets out a gasp of air as he squeezes her breast, her brow crumbling for a moment at the sensation, but also more so at the flipped reaction from him. She looks to him with a raised brow as he speaks, her bucking slowing down a bit. He was challenging her. She shakes her head, and the grip on his jaw tightens more her thumb holding close to the corner of his mouth. "Are you putting words in my mouth?" she hisses. His little giggle making her heart flutter, unable to resist a tiny little twitch of a smile at it. He was so cute! But quickly, just as soon as it's there it's gone, recentering as soon as it spills to the corners of her lips, back to a serious and blank expression. She moves her hips backwards and up, releasing a few of his inches slowly until he's just shy of falling out of her, only the tip teasing her entrance.

Mark whines when he is no longer treated to being inside her, warm and enveloped. The threat his body would be without hers snapping his attention back in so quickly he does the first thing he didn't have to think about. His face turns into her hand, her thumb sucked into his mouth, tongue feeling over her finger print, a light bite between his teeth with a groan. Don't leave me. I'm worth the trouble. I can be good if you keep it up. He's not sure where the instinct comes from, but he bobs his head, just once, nice and slow, sucking down to the base of her thumb where he's so emboldened as to practically trace the lines on her palm.

She hears his little mewl, a smirk painting her lips as the sound plays out from him so sweetly. She looks to him with knowing eyes, but tilts her head as if questioning. Before she can say anything, his face turns, and it's as if he knew her next move. Her thumb had inched it way to hook, and there he met her match. It entering his mouth, lips enveloping her digit in slick warmth. She gives a moan, as his tongue splays against her thumb's face. A little hitch of breath at the tiny nip. And when his head starts to bob, slow and steady, sucking against it's length she watches with a zealous stare, her own mouth hanging open in unexpected arousal. Eyes sparkling as she watches him. She gives a purr and rolls her hips forward again, rewarding him the space back inside her... but slowly, inch by inch with each bob of his head. "Goooood boy." she says low and slow in a croon, her thumb pressing very lightly against the flat pallet of his tongue.

He wasn't going to keep this up. He felt like a shaken soda, bubbles under his skin, the pressure all consuming and making him tense. "'lease.." He mumbles around her finger through moans. "I need- i hav-" each time he tries to talk its like the bubbles are just getting more agitated. " 'uck~!"

Mark processes it very well for how much his head was clouded and swimming with lust and adoration. His hand is quickly on the move, his mouth still sucking on her thumb as his fingers gently feel out her clit, narrowing in circles, easing into pressure.

She watches as his hand moves between her legs once more, bucking her hips forward to meet it's grasp for friction, instinctively. She pays no mind what the thrust forward may do to him, not her concern at this time. She lets out a groan once he begins working her forward again. She knows it wont take long, her clit still so sensitive from the attention it got earlier. It was perfect, he was close, she would be close soon. She gives another little purr and smiles to him again, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth where he had continued working her thumb. "That's my good boy. See how easy that was." she moans against his jaw, her thumb giving small thrusts to and fro against his tongue, giving his head bobbing a little break. Her breath catching as his fingers started to pick up pace and press firmer. "You wanna cum with me?" she asks, still pressed to his shoulder as she watches him. "You think you've earned it?" she asks with a small notch to her movement.

Mark has rarely ever felt as floaty as he did now. Rosanna taking the reins, even in thrusting into his mouth as he swallows around her digit. He has no brain power left to question it, what shame may usually tag along with something nearly degrading. He can only look at her with a gaze that oozed affection and chase the high. "Mhhm~" he can hum to her, nodding as best he could without getting her nail to his soft pallet.

She watches him with the utmost attention, her eyes daring not flicker, barely even blink as she takes in him processing everything. She nods as he swallows and wraps around her digit, smiling cockily all the while. His eyes are so sweet, so starry, adoration glinting back at her. If his pupils could form hearts they would. The sight wraps around her own heart tightly. It also handles her like a balloon to the wind, catching around her stomach and spreading against her core. Flying upward. She gives a warm, low moan at it all. His fingers pressing in such a rhythm to match it perfectly. "Good.....-goodgoodgood." she hitches out, moving from his shoulder to arch her back to send the wave, quickly rushing to her, forward. "I'm...I'm right there." she sputters, her hips starting to rock more intensely. She slowly pulls her thumb from his mouth now, holding his chis chin as she goes. "Fuck, cum with me. Be a good boy, fill me up." she grunts, dipping her head for a moment, then snapping it back to look at him dead in the eyes again. "Whose good boy are you?" she beckons to him.

Mark almost bites down on her thumb, like a dog with food aggression, but as he starts to graze her skin, he forces himself to open, a moan sounding out as she picks up her pace and he feels her starting to pulse around him. The next primal instict that takes him is the thrill of being inside her, knowing he was going to leave all traces of himself. On her skin, her ripped clothes, cum dripping down her thighs- "Ro~!" His arms close around her waist, his hips thrusting up to meet hers as the delayed gratification all pays off with a burst of euphoria that feels like a firework igniting in his core. He pulls her down, burying his face in her neck, his moans being buried against her skin, desperate, punctuated by panting and whimpers. "'m good, I'm your good boy. Rosie's good boy."

Originally, she had hesitated removing her thumb. Something about him wrapped around her like that very primal to her. But she wanted to hear him proper. Hear his moans louder. The sweet sighs clearer. The words he would sputter out like a song, and not dared muffled. She smiles as she is gifted this. Hearing him groan, feeling it heat against her as she rushes to her climax. Her walls flutter against him, and when he grabs her, fully hooking around her waist and pulling deeper she lets out a hard gasp, catching harsh in her throat. His thrusts dive up as she sinks down, and it all shoots over her. Electric. Warm. Dizzy. Her hands shoot to his head as his faces buries against her, holding him tighter as if she could meld into his skin as the wave crashes against her, into her. He rasps and mewls against her skin, her own words vacant as her head is fogged with the ecstasy drowning her with each tidal crash. She finally lets the rest of the gasp out from the catch, and it comes out like a cry. Her eyes shut tight as she finally buries her face into his hair. He muses her with his whimpers, panting his answer like a pray. She shivers against him, daring not move from his body or rid even a centimeter to how close they were. She kisses his locks, and kisses, and kisses as she catches her breath. "My... good ...boy." she sighs in between labored breathing.