musclvd:
The bulldog was used to being the dominant in his personal life and his athletics, so Reggie wasn’t using to being any type of submissive. So, it was weird to have a woman overpower him like this. The new territory was exciting for the boy—like making hair stand up on the back of his neck, exciting. As she moved into his lips, a small groan left his lips. He seemed to be carried away with the kiss. His mind began swirling with thoughts that consumed him. ‘I still want a tatt—‘, he voices was muffled by her lips. Reaching up, he gripped onto her hips tighter, trying to close the distance between them the most. The remainder of the alcohol seemed to be leaving his system as headache was forming but that was the least of his worries currently.
Winnie was very accustomed to feeling superior in most situations. That dominance stemming from her never ceasing yearn for control. Whether it be in sex or her day to day life, the young woman seemed to be quite strong willed. In times like these, with Reggie, it seemed she took on a part of herself that was much like a siren. And on this evening, the pretensious athlete was the one she had locked beneath her. There were not words for how excited she was to feel so in control. to watch him crave her after just a few minutes of interaction. The pit of Winnie's stomach seemed to swim in circles, while she was not voicing it the desire she had for reggie seemed obvious as it grew. Short pants left her as she leaned into the kiss, her body covering his. Her lips moved in sync with his, hips sliding around as if trying to create a friction between them. No words were to be spoken as she allowed herself to fall into his touch. The tattoo chair was not an ideal place for something like this to go down, though the brunette had no intention of stopping just yet. Eager to see if Reggie would hold up to his intoxicated boasting.









