EZRA
You grin against the hot wetness of her as she pushes you closer and thrusts her hips because fuck yea, you still got it. Girls aren't your usual forte: you're more of a boy's boy, a feminine little twink as it were, but hey, sex is sex and you're down to make anyone feel good. Besides, she's hotter and more forthright than a lot of the limp dicks you've gotten busy with, and your dick is clearly communicating how fun this whole thing is.Another finger slips inside her, upping the tempo and force as she seems to like it, curling inside her and playing her like a bow. It isn't until she pushes back that you finally raise your head, surprised - you thought she'd be a screamer - and inhaling deeply from the free air. Ah, but she isn't done yet, the mix. Grinning, you let her rip off your skirt, moaning in appreciation and encouragement, using your voice to sing her along. "Mmm, Ocean Eyes, you're fucking gorgeous," you groan, huffing as she pushes you onto the floor, the tables turned in a most delightful way.
By the time she's on top of you you're hard as a rock; the pinning of your arms is just a bonus. You lean into her kiss with gusto, whimpering as she pulls away, your long hair a fan around your shoulders, her hips so tantalizing on your waist. "Yes, My Lady," you grin back heavily, eyes hooded and body writing as she lowers herself down. You let her set the pace, but push back, too, thrusting up against her to show your aching need, biting down on your lip as fire fills your belly. You aren't usually the one, ah, on the inside, but fuck if it isn't something you could get used to.
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
