Re: In-person: Cris/Sam (adult)
Fuck you, Sam. [There ain't bite to it. She struggles against his grip and he watches her, teeth bared.] I couldn't want you more, [he says again, stubborn. Her versiona herself she thinks he wants ain't what he wants. And not only 'cause he's too old to deal with somebody who's 'a blast all the fucking time,' whatever that means.
She's still as a statue, her breath heavy against his ear.] You are a seductress—[He tells her in a half-gasp, 'cause he is about to fold to her, huh? He's teetering on that edge. His hand not wound in wild blonde grips her ass—bare, if she lets him—, tries to get friction outta her—anything, something. But, then she calls him 'baby,' and Cris gets way too much outta watching that smugness wash into a wide-eyed stare. She hisses against him and he can practically feel her swallow. He laughs, low and barrio, even once she shoves her hand down as a physical barrier. He don't like it and he knows it's punishment for him, but he also knows it's gotta be for her too. Double-edged sword, huh?
She squirms back, and Cris actually eases his grip on her hair, not wanting to hurt her. There's a blossoma red on her throat from his lips and he lifts his chin as Sam pretends to think. Her tits are still against him and he rocks his hips to hers, even if it just means he meets her fingers over her cunt. Lids low, he's enjoying heat and teasing, but she grins and tells him he's supposed to be hot-blooded, and Cris ain't gonna sit and let her call her sedate. Finally, he lets go-a her hair, forcing his hand between bellies to shove Sam's hand outta the way, and before she can squirm away again, he drags the tipsa his fingers along her slit, amid wet gold curls and blood-dark lips. He hopes she soaks through that nylon.] I ain't your gringo. [If she lets him, his hand still on her ass, he pushes her toward him more as he fucks his fingers into her cunt to the third knuckle—two fingers. His thumb don't touch her clit. He just lets her have that penetration as he kisses her a little too sloppy to be as in control as he's pretending to be. He sucks her bottom lip fat, knuckling into Sam, piston and come-hither, consumption, and not real nice to her cunt, and him? He thinks he's won.]