( apparently, he doesn't really fit into the bad boy trope checkboxes jennifer has laid out for him. what is he — gay? gay guys like wearing women's underwear, she assumes. that's not exactly unappealing, obviously, though it does make his hard dick pressed up against her a mysterious little question mark, to be determined. wouldn't change things if he was, of course. jennifer sweats out endorphins and aphrodisiacs like a bio-hazard, like a banned intoxicant, like a pandemic. not even daddy's little homo could resist her, which feels like a really sweet compliment, actually.

she flashes teeth in a grin, a few too many in her mouth and just a little too sharp, but here and gone for too brief of a moment to really be sure. it's more about danny's blood than his spit that has her squirming underneath him, hot, bothered, writhing, her painted fingernails clawing down his chest, hitching in the front of his pants. )

You really think once I get this big thing out there, I'm gonna wanna cover it back up? Aw. ( she pouts, like it's ruination to her fun, but honestly. who is jennifer to turn a blind eye to an errant kink? reaching a hand blindly around the cool side of the bed, she finds a compromise: her lacy, hot pink bra, torn in some places from danny's teeth. giddily, she slaps it to danny's wide chest, bullying his arms through the straps. ) Oh, fuck, put it on, put it on.

( impossible to clasp it closed — danny is wide, strong built, an oak tree of a man. arching up to rest her weight on her palm, she keens into his chest, latching onto one of his nipples in turn, through the scratchy material of the lace. jennifer moans, horned up, ready to blow. )

God, that's hot. You're fucking hot. Come fuck me, fuck me now, baby.