#jason threads

Jason whines as her grip loosens, all but shoving his hips into her hand, movements trapped by the denim that still wraps around his thighs, having only pushed them down far enough to expose his boxers. Boxers that he wishes he had abandoned too, as the woman strokes him through the fabric, until a wetspot is beginning to grow from his precum, the man panting at her touch. “Fuck, when I said you had talented hands, I meant your art you know.” He managed to laugh, leaning in to her touch. “I wasn’t asking for you to torture me.” // @xsweetxhallelujah based on this post