show me how it ends, it's alright
He almost expects her to tell him to fuck off, as she tilts her head, so as she rises to her feet and strips him off in a few quick, precise movements, Neron has to give himself a second for his brain to catch up. Morgan is a sight to behold above him, below him, before him - he doesn't think there's a position she could get into that wouldn't make him hard. Still, as she leans in, his lips parting to sip in an automatic breath - only to ghost right past him - he can't quite control the groan of frustration that leaves his throat.
Still, he manages a small chuckle, raking his hands back through his hair and letting out a sigh. "Please," he almost purrs down at her, his cock twitching at the lack of attentiion that is so close and yet so far away. "Please, Morgan. I want you."
Still, he manages a small chuckle, raking his hands back through his hair and letting out a sigh. "Please," he almost purrs down at her, his cock twitching at the lack of attentiion that is so close and yet so far away. "Please, Morgan. I want you."
Neron
