#cherrique

he seemed so nonchalant that it had iris questioning everything. maybe he was simply kissing her just to kiss her, maybe it really did mean nothing. she sighed, tongue flicking over her lips as a small laugh passed her lips. " no ... i'm mad because you kiss me instead of, i don't know, talking? anything else? "

when aria had texted him and said she needed a massage connor jumped on the opportunity, texting her back that of course he would be happy to help her, free of charge too since she was practically family. "yes. it's a nice bra and i don't want you to yell at me afterwards." he teased as her as he let his fingers slide along her naked back, loosening up the knots that had built up. "of course. couldn't let you walk around hurting. i'm going to do what i can, but i can't make any promises that i'll be able to get everything today. if i do too much you're going to feel like shit tomorrow." he explained as he kept digging his fingers into the soft skin of her naked back. aria didn't know how good she looked laying there. "you have built up a lot here. have you been stressed lately?" he asked her curious to why she was so stiff, in his mind he imagined her as quite limber. "you really should have that boyfriend of yours help you with this, you don't need to be a professional to give a massage." he leaned closer to her as his hands moved to her sides again his fingers brushing against her pert breasts. "does it feel good?" he asked her, his voice lower and his mouth closer to her ear.

victor raises his eyebrows at her comments. is she giving me the greenlight? he wonders to himself as he takes a sip of the alcohol. "all grown up indeed." victor tells her,while his eyes continue to OBJECTIFY her form. she's a SEXY woman. it's obvious by the way other men look at her—and how victor's heart BEATS faster when he's closer. "never too busy for your uncle victor, i hope?" he suggests, biting down on his lower lip. "i got a new place downtown—with a spare bedroom—so you need to visit me more often. you'll always have a place to stay, with me."

“Need to feel you so bad, I can’t wait. Just sit on it, baby. Come on, nobody will notice.” Had he deliberately chosen a booth at the back of the club where it was less likely to be noticed? Absolutely. Had he done so with this exact moment in mind? Also absolutely. Desire had been coursing through Daniel's veins the moment he'd laid eyes on her when they'd left the house, and he had briefly considered making them stay in just so he could fuck her over the back of the couch, but he'd decided to be good and wait. Well, he was done waiting, it seemed. "Come on, baby." He whispers, gently guiding her hand to feel his straining bulge through his pants.

she assumes the silences is purposeful - as if they can simply get through the allotted time set aside for the dance before moving on with their lives as if nothing ever happened. yet when he speaks, the woman peeks around one of her legs at him, brow arching slightly. it's obvious what he refers to, but the use of her alias is so pointed that she almost can't determine how to respond. she takes a moment to straighten, continuing the routine to some extent. usually at this point, she'll start tugging at the laces keeping the corset hugged to her frame, yet she's acutely aware that the man behind her is her brother. " never," she murmurs, turning to face him and push legs apart to dance between spread thighs. "does that make you... uncomfortable, sir?" hues flicker to the tent growing in his pants before focusing back on his face.

the video isn't anything he hasn't seen before really - tame and teasing in most respects given how she's claimed wanting to wait to meet in person for him to experience the delights up close and personal. yet it shows how fingers tweak at steadily peaking rose buds just the way she likes before one hand slithers slowly down her frame to slip beneath the lacy fabric and clearly bury themselves within her core as a soft little whimper is dragged from her throat.