"You're so damn sexy," he whispered, his eyes roaming over her body as he took her hands and rested them against his chest so he could use his hands to slide up her stomach to her breasts. There was something to be said about a girl so tiny and portable who still had a rack like Shy did. He grazed his thumb over her nipple, gently teasing that tiny bud. "You're going to be sore in the morning," he predicted.
Shy was preening at the way Lucas was looking at her and touching her and calling her sexy. "You're sexy," she replied, stroking her hands over his chest, hissing softly in pleasure. "I'm already sore," she told him. "Don't fucking care. This is the best thing ever. You love me." She leaned down and grabbed Lucas behind his neck, pulling him close for a kiss. He loved her. Yeah, best thing ever.
He groaned into the kiss, his own hand sliding into her hair, gripping the strands in a fist and pulling her away from his mouth so he could trail kisses down her bare throat. "I do," he whispered against her skin in between kisses and soft nips. "I love you, Shy. Fuck," Lucas groaned, rocking his hips up and letting himself press further into the girl.
"Tough," she breathed, tugging on his hair harder. "Because I'm not done with you yet." Shy groaned and shuddered, then let go of Lucas' hair. She shoved him onto his back, then settled back, spreading her knees wider so he could watch his big cock disappearing into her, stretching her out. "Fuck," she agreed. "God, so fucking big."
Lucas thought he'd died because there was no possible way something, someone, could be so fucking sexy. But she managed to bend herself in such a way that he could see every inch of his cock disappear inside of her, stretching her over it with each little shift of her hips. "Fuck," he whispered, his hands sliding up her thighs, thumbs sliding over the outer folds of her cunt, teasingly applying pressure to add to the sensations rushing through the girl. He wanted her to feel half as good as she was making him feel.
Oh yeah, he liked that. Of course he liked it, what was she thinking? Shy moaned and opened her thighs wider, shuddering at the feel of his hands. Yeah, she definitely felt as least as good. Probably more. "You like that?" she hissed as she rode him. "God, Lucas. So fucking good."
"Fuck yes," he told her. Like she even needed to ask. He let his thumbs slide up further, catching her clit in between the pair of them and gently rolling it between his rough fingertips. His eyes were on her face every few seconds, taking in the looks that crossed her features in between letting himself watch his cock sink inside of her over and over again. "You like it too," he breathed. "You're so fucking wet, you're soaking my cock," he murmured.
Yeah, but hearing him say he liked it made it better. Especially when he started teasing her clit. Shy crowed in pleasure, bracing her hands on his thighs so she could keep the wide open position and still move on his cock. "I'm full of your cum," she reminded him with a shudder. Which was totally hot and making it easier to take his cock.
She might talk too much - okay, no, she definitely talked too much - but it didn't matter when they were in bed and she was talking about being filled with his cum. Yeah, no, Lucas didn't mind that in the slightest. She could talk all she wanted about how much she loved his cock, how big it was and how happy she seemed to be being filled up with cum. Yeah, he liked her talking. He liked the way her voice wrapped around those dirty little words too. "Keep riding that cock like that and I'm gonna fill you up some more," he warned her, eyes on her tits as they swayed with her movements.