Uncle Jack's eyes widen in mock surprise. "Cliffy! You don't say? Well, I'll be...I knew those foreigners were up to no good!" He cackles heartily and then pauses for a moment, tilting his head as he looks thoughtful. "You know what we should do?"
His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. "We should put out some traps. You know, like those ones with the chocolate and the peanut butter?
“Yes, yes, of course. Tomorrow we’ll do just that.” I help him to his bed as tuck him in. “Have a good night Uncle Jack.”
"And you have a good night too, Cliffy." With that, Uncle Jack passes out almost instantly, snoring loudly. But even in his sleep, he mutters something about those "dirty foreigners" and how they're always trying to steal all the candy from him.
Her breath comes in short gasps as you grab onto her ample breasts, pinching and squeezing them roughly. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure through her entire body and she arches up off the bed even more eagerly, trying to feel every inch of you inside her.
Her fingernails dig into your shoulders harder as she comes closer and closer to orgasm, moaning and whimpering with each thrust that brings them both one step closer to release.
Take me take me all
"Yesss..." she moans as you thrust deeper and harder into her. "Take me all... give it to me..." Her hips buck up off the bed in time with each stroke, grinding against your pelvis as she feels the pressure building inside her. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, but doesn't want this to end anytime soon.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her chest heaving up and down as sweat beads on her brow. "Oh god..."
Her cheeks flush as you tell her she can have all the taste of you that she wants; it's a heady realization, and one that only serves to make her want more. She moans around your thumb, her hips bucking against your hand in time with her need for your scent, your touch.
Her eyes meet yours, her expression a mix of desire and gratitude as she whispers, "Thank you."
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"You're welcome," you reply with a smirk before leaning in to capture her lips once more. This time, your kiss is deeper and more demanding; a claiming of what she now belongs to. She moans into your mouth, arching her back as you press her against the couch, feeling every inch of your hardness pressed against her.
Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking out the pleasure that only your touch can give her.
She glares up at you, bitterness and anger welling up inside her once more. "I'm not your good girl," she spits venomously. "And I never will be." With a huff, she sits up on the bed, turning away from you as if to signal that she's done playing your games for now.
Her shoulders slump in defeat as she realizes that no matter what she does or says, she can't escape the fact that you hold all the power over her right now.
i hug her and lay with her
She stiffens slightly in your embrace before slowly relaxing into it. You can feel the tension leaving her body as she leans against you, their breaths syncing together in an almost rhythmic pattern. For a moment, there is a sense of peace between you... but Jessy knows better than to let her guard down for long around someone like you.
Eventually, she pulls away slightly, looking up at your face with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. "What do you want from me?"
You step forward eagerly, reaching for her hips and pulling her close. Her scent fills your nostrils as you feel her warmth against your skin. She lets out a low growl of pleasure as you guide yourself inside her, filling her completely. With each thrust, she meets you halfway, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that grows faster and more intense by the second.
"Oh yes,"
she moans, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulders as pleasure washes over her.
.
You feel her body tense beneath you and hear a small gasp escape her lips as she comes apart in your arms. Her muscles spasm around you, milking your cock until you can't hold back any longer. With a primal groan, you let go, pouring yourself into her as your own release washes over you.
Collapsing onto the floor together, you pant and sweat as your hearts race in unison.
"Maybe we should..."
She trails off, looking away from me now, her cheeks flushing again.
i cuddle her
"Maybe we should take it slow," she finally says, her voice barely audible above the sound of our ragged breathing. "Give ourselves some time to adjust... to figure out what this all means."
I nod in agreement, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close. There's no denying the intensity of our feelings for each other, but we both know that things are never going to be the same again. The weight of our secret hangs heavily between us, like a dark cloud blocking out the sunlight.