Jasper knew just how to move with her, what spots to hit and how much friction she needed. Everything already felt so good and his voice, husky with sex, sent shivers through her. Jules had never been terribly shy, least of all in bed, and dirty talk had never been off putting to her, assuming the guy she was with wasn't tossing out ridiculous euphemisms for his cock and making her want to laugh. It had happened before, but thankfully not with Jasper. He could be as dirty as she could be, which might have been one of the reasons why she kept going back for more. Jules didn't have to be a 'good girl' with him and it was quite liberating.
She continued to rock into him, finding a hard, but smooth rhythm that worked with the music and wouldn't make him come too fast. Her breath was shaky, her body taut with pleasure. Jules rested her forehead against his, her hair falling forward to curtain her face. As amazing as it felt, he smelled good too, even with the scent of the pot hanging around them. "Fuck, I love fucking you," Jules moaned. "You make my pussy feel so fucking good. You're gonna make me come again."