Pierce
“You want to see me try?” He purrs, fitting himself in between her legs as she continues to lounge on the table like a cat, surveying his every movement. But that’s not all she’s doing, as her hands rake across her skin, as the sound of the water trickling in is drowned out by the sound that leaves her lips, the moans that echo softly like chimes of music to his ears.
His hands smooth down her sides to her thighs as she brings her legs around him and he meets her right at that edge of the table, palms smoothing under her legs toward her backside as he contently watches the show she puts on for him. His hands smooth up, calloused fingertips drifting below the hem of her shirt, aiming to slip his warm palms up against her skin, being particularly careful to not dive in entirely to what she’s offering him, curious to see whether she forces his hand or not.
His hands smooth down her sides to her thighs as she brings her legs around him and he meets her right at that edge of the table, palms smoothing under her legs toward her backside as he contently watches the show she puts on for him. His hands smooth up, calloused fingertips drifting below the hem of her shirt, aiming to slip his warm palms up against her skin, being particularly careful to not dive in entirely to what she’s offering him, curious to see whether she forces his hand or not.
