LOCKE
A loaded question given a loaded response. Of course. What she says makes his chest tighten up and he presses something akin to a soft kiss below her ear. He finally removes his hand from her throat, shifting his weight as he sits up. His eyes trace over the flush that's spreading down her chest, momentarily distracted by a bead of sweat that rolls down the front of her tank top. He leans down, running his tongue from the dip to her clavicle, pressing a little kiss there. Another beat passes and Locke slips his hand out from her pants as well. His fingers are slick and he takes a moment to clean them before standing up.
If she had any question about his mood, it should be cleared up with the way his cock presses against the front of his pants. One hand threads into her hair while the other pulls his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free. He strokes himself slowly as he pets her head. Locke's chest is heaving as he presses closer, untangling his hand from her hair to brace against the tree. "Think you can take all of me?" Sure, he's not the biggest around but still, he's not small either. And as much as he wants to push her until she breaks, he's just not that kind of guy.
If she had any question about his mood, it should be cleared up with the way his cock presses against the front of his pants. One hand threads into her hair while the other pulls his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free. He strokes himself slowly as he pets her head. Locke's chest is heaving as he presses closer, untangling his hand from her hair to brace against the tree. "Think you can take all of me?" Sure, he's not the biggest around but still, he's not small either. And as much as he wants to push her until she breaks, he's just not that kind of guy.
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
