Re: In-person: Cris/Sam (adult)
You can't fuck me. [She says it through her teeth, like she has to push the words out to give them life. Because of course she doesn't WANNA say them. No, man, no fucking way does she wanna say them. She wants to shove his fucking track pants down herself, and she wants to take his cock heavy and throbbing in her hand, and she wants to fucking ride him, yeah? That's what she wants, but she also wants to WIN. She never wins, yeah? She always caves to his heat, and she wants to find a fucking way not to, especially after all that screaming. And he needs to agree, yeah? About staying home, and losing's not a fucking option.] And you say that, yeah? About not being able to want me more. Until you meet someone you DO want more. One of the fucking girls you help all over town, yeah? Or one of the boys. [Bite, and she leans in and nips hard at his lower lip, and she's being deliberate in her goading. Teeth sharp, and she wants to sting. She's still fighting that tangled fist in blonde, and she resists his attempts at friction just the same. Nah, nah, she's not giving it to him, even if he says that she IS a seductress, teetering and like he means it.]
HEY! [Husky protest when he rocks his cock against the barrier of her hand, and her voice shatters with want, and she knows that she's showing her belly HARD. That's before he shoves her hand out of the way, and before he slips broad fingertips against her cunt. She should back off, get away, LEAVE, but her hips snap and jerk, and then he shoves fingers in her to the knuckle, and she gives BRIEFLY. A second, yeah? A second. And she rides his fucking knuckles blatant. She reaches down and tugs up the ridiculous fabric of the overalls, and she looks down at his dark fingers lost in the damp gold and swollen red of her cunt. She rocks forward hard, taking his fingers to base of palm, and watching with wide blue eyes like tempests.
Her cheeks are bright red from exhilaration, and she doesn't let him kiss her, huh? Deliberate, and to make it even more obvious that she's filthy watching the show. She's parted lips and panting, and she shoves cunt full onto his fingers and just stills, feels the touch inside her like it's something she always meant to get greedy.
Then, no warning, she climbs off his lap, and those skirts fall sweet to her ankles. She grabs the baby before he can move, knowing he's gonna be slow as fuck even if he DOES get up.] You're MY whatever I want, yeah? [It's bold for her, because it's not so much a question as a smug demand that he agree, chin tipped up a little bit, and her a mussed young mess standing there with the baby clutched to her chest like a fucking chastity belt in pink.]