Hotaru
The vibration of his growl echoes into her mouth, and she moans softly, pleased to have drawn such a reaction out of the man. Back arching to press her breasts against his exploratory fingers, Hotaru presses her entire body against his as he holds her close, skin wet and sliding as they warm each other back up in the best possible way.
As his rough hands touch and take, she tries to keep her focus on the rhythm of her own hand, the pulsing heat of his cock against her palm as she keeps a maddeningly slow pace. One that falters as his hand slides against her skin, down into her underwear to brush lightly against her clit. She sucks in an unsteady breath, whining softly in the back of her throat at the teasing touch that contrasts the possessive grip he holds on her ass. Lifting that leg, she hooks it around his hip and pulls him firmly down against her, guiding him into the cradle of her hips as she lifts her head to kiss him once more, briefer and with soft shuddering breaths that leave her as she pulls away.
Her smirk is darker as it reappears, removing her hand from his cock to instead cover his own inside her underwear, pressing on his fingers and tilting her hips in blatant encouragement for him to slip one inside her. "Now who's teasing? I appreciate foreplay, but I'd rather be fucked into the sand sooner than later." His gentle touch and still-clothed body are going to drive her insane if he doesn't get a move on.
As his rough hands touch and take, she tries to keep her focus on the rhythm of her own hand, the pulsing heat of his cock against her palm as she keeps a maddeningly slow pace. One that falters as his hand slides against her skin, down into her underwear to brush lightly against her clit. She sucks in an unsteady breath, whining softly in the back of her throat at the teasing touch that contrasts the possessive grip he holds on her ass. Lifting that leg, she hooks it around his hip and pulls him firmly down against her, guiding him into the cradle of her hips as she lifts her head to kiss him once more, briefer and with soft shuddering breaths that leave her as she pulls away.
Her smirk is darker as it reappears, removing her hand from his cock to instead cover his own inside her underwear, pressing on his fingers and tilting her hips in blatant encouragement for him to slip one inside her. "Now who's teasing? I appreciate foreplay, but I'd rather be fucked into the sand sooner than later." His gentle touch and still-clothed body are going to drive her insane if he doesn't get a move on.
You can touch me with slow hands
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
