[He smooths his hands over her shoulders, down her body, tracing out the shape of her body until he reaches her hips. Then it's a gentle push, stepping forward, til he's backed her against the wall.]
You really think I'll disappoint, sweetheart?
[His fingers tangle in the strings of her bikini, tugging them free of her hip, the action slow and methodical as he stares down at her.]
[She grins and gives him the big eyes, as Wayne would call it. She lifts off the wall to let her bikiniswimmy undies fall to the floor, which coincidentally lets her roll her body against his.]
I've been disappointed too many times to put the cart before the horse.
[Her fingers slide under his shirt to splay over his stomach.]
But you wouldn't be here if I didn't have faith in you.
bold of you to think i didn't want this exact outcome
[Her fingers are a delightful tease against his stomach, but he's got a debt to settle first. Kneeling on the chilly tile, he runs rough hands up her thighs, over the swell of her hips . . . she's undressed, but he likes taking his time with her. She's clearly only dated those around her age range, and that's well and good, but rushing just so he can stick his dick in her isn't cute when you're past, say, 19.]
Over my shoulder.
[It's a soft command, and he gives her only a moment to brace before he's prying her legs apart, pulling one over his shoulder so he can rub two fingers up against her cunt.]
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[He smooths his hands over her shoulders, down her body, tracing out the shape of her body until he reaches her hips. Then it's a gentle push, stepping forward, til he's backed her against the wall.]
You really think I'll disappoint, sweetheart?
[His fingers tangle in the strings of her bikini, tugging them free of her hip, the action slow and methodical as he stares down at her.]
you brought this upon yourself
bikiniswimmy undies fall to the floor, which coincidentally lets her roll her body against his.]I've been disappointed too many times to put the cart before the horse.
[Her fingers slide under his shirt to splay over his stomach.]
But you wouldn't be here if I didn't have faith in you.
bold of you to think i didn't want this exact outcome
[Her fingers are a delightful tease against his stomach, but he's got a debt to settle first. Kneeling on the chilly tile, he runs rough hands up her thighs, over the swell of her hips . . . she's undressed, but he likes taking his time with her. She's clearly only dated those around her age range, and that's well and good, but rushing just so he can stick his dick in her isn't cute when you're past, say, 19.]
Over my shoulder.
[It's a soft command, and he gives her only a moment to brace before he's prying her legs apart, pulling one over his shoulder so he can rub two fingers up against her cunt.]