( she wouldn't admit it, but it's a relief to feel him hard against her, to have his mouth on her tits — the obvious, physical display of how she's wanted, proof that this time travis doesn't intend on going anywhere. that is a relief so potent it could bring tears to her eyes, because she needs him, she wants him so bad but she needs him, and she knows if he pulled away she'd have to chase him, she'd have to tackle him down, she'd have to mount him —
almost without thinking about it, she has their positions reversed, uncontrollably bothered by his words. trav shouldn't hurt — natalie has to fix it, make it better. her job and she's happy for the work, perching on top of trav with her hand on his stomach, keeping him pinned down. her body moves instinctively, rolling like she's fucking down on him although she isn't, whining a little in her throat at her emptiness. she's never felt this undone before, this enslaved by her instincts. every time she's fucked travis it's been almost careful, it's been slow and sweet and a little shy. right now? she has no hesitation about reaching between their bodies, squeezing his cock in her grip. )
Oh yeah? ( mewling, she rolls his thick cockhead against her cunt, slick enough that he slides in an inch without her intentionally doing it, muscles quaking at the small tease. ) How do I make it better, Trav? Like this? This makes you feel good?
( when she can't hold herself up anymore, she sinks down on him, his cock filling her up, some guttural moan vibrating out of her throat. it feels so good, so right, exactly what she wants and yet still not enough, lifting herself up and grinding back down on him with some measure of frustration, needy and hungry and everything else all at once. it marks a first for her among all the rest of it — she's never fucked anyone without a condom, which means trav hasn't either.
hand loosely on his throat, she rubs her thumb against the bloody bite there, cunt flexing on his dick, wanting to bite him again, again, again. )
How — how's that? You still hurting, baby? You like it, right, you — you wanna cum?
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almost without thinking about it, she has their positions reversed, uncontrollably bothered by his words. trav shouldn't hurt — natalie has to fix it, make it better. her job and she's happy for the work, perching on top of trav with her hand on his stomach, keeping him pinned down. her body moves instinctively, rolling like she's fucking down on him although she isn't, whining a little in her throat at her emptiness. she's never felt this undone before, this enslaved by her instincts. every time she's fucked travis it's been almost careful, it's been slow and sweet and a little shy. right now? she has no hesitation about reaching between their bodies, squeezing his cock in her grip. )
Oh yeah? ( mewling, she rolls his thick cockhead against her cunt, slick enough that he slides in an inch without her intentionally doing it, muscles quaking at the small tease. ) How do I make it better, Trav? Like this? This makes you feel good?
( when she can't hold herself up anymore, she sinks down on him, his cock filling her up, some guttural moan vibrating out of her throat. it feels so good, so right, exactly what she wants and yet still not enough, lifting herself up and grinding back down on him with some measure of frustration, needy and hungry and everything else all at once. it marks a first for her among all the rest of it — she's never fucked anyone without a condom, which means trav hasn't either.
hand loosely on his throat, she rubs her thumb against the bloody bite there, cunt flexing on his dick, wanting to bite him again, again, again. )
How — how's that? You still hurting, baby? You like it, right, you — you wanna cum?