Re: [Sonrisa] (Adult bedtime)
[He moved her hand, huh?—When she went to touch herself, he moved her hand. He grabbed rough, white fingers in his own and held them.] Pendeja. C'mere. [He wasn't menacing or nothing. When he then took holda Sam by the ankles, dragged her down to him. Nah, he let her go, if she wanted to be let go. But, if she didn't startle, he grabbed another flower—purple—and held it brief between his teeth. Then, if she let him, with insistent fingers on her hips, one hand staining her skin with spit, Cris tried to turn her onto her front, her ass propped by thighs, but he took holda her arms, so they were behind her. And he gave her the flower.] Hold onto that, mami, or I ain't gonna give you what you want. [They both knew he wouldn't be able to hold out. But, still.
And if she did as he said, his thighs to hers, with one a hand holding her wrists to her back and the other on her ass, he finally did fuck her. He slid his cock into her slow. He groaned behind grit teeth as he sunk into her on the powera weight, until her asscheeks were to his hips.] This is what you want, ain't it? [He asked it, too blood-battered to sound nonchalant. The strokea his cock into Sam's cunt was slow, steady and agonizing, and he resisted the urge to just fucking break her on him. His smugness was fucking earned with blood, sweat, and tears.]