( — she feels it, his dick, and her focus pingpongs right back to where it should be, body immediately off the defensive to give travis the attention he needs. the attention nat needs to give him, really. turning back to him, there's an unprecedented amount of boldness to her — generally more concerned with going slow, with following his signals and not presuming, nat instead slides her palm across his jutting hipbone and cinches a fist around his cock, bullying him backwards until his back finds a tree. her throat bobs on a dry swallow. she nods her head. )
I caught you.
( she keeps nodding, confirming it to herself. she hunted him. she won. she gets the rewards. she gets whatever she wants, probably, and what she wants is her hand stroking the warm velvet of his cock, root to tip and back, stretching up on her tiptoes to feel his breath on her mouth, every hiccup she pulls out of him. more demanding than she ordinarily would be, more intense. more needy, too, whining against him, body shifting and rocking ceaselessly. she can't figure out why she still has her clothes on, except that she doesn't want to stop touching him long enough to fix it. )
Can I — ( she's more panting against him than kissing him, stroking him to the rhythm of her swaying body, plush and soft, but unrelenting. ) Trav, I wanna bite you. Can — can I? Can I mark you?
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I caught you.
( she keeps nodding, confirming it to herself. she hunted him. she won. she gets the rewards. she gets whatever she wants, probably, and what she wants is her hand stroking the warm velvet of his cock, root to tip and back, stretching up on her tiptoes to feel his breath on her mouth, every hiccup she pulls out of him. more demanding than she ordinarily would be, more intense. more needy, too, whining against him, body shifting and rocking ceaselessly. she can't figure out why she still has her clothes on, except that she doesn't want to stop touching him long enough to fix it. )
Can I — ( she's more panting against him than kissing him, stroking him to the rhythm of her swaying body, plush and soft, but unrelenting. ) Trav, I wanna bite you. Can — can I? Can I mark you?