[Every hot breath panted into his mouth encourages Scott, wanting to feel more of those airy exhales against him and prompting him to tease along her sensitive skin with eager fingers, tracing around the edge of her nipples, before circling around them and returning to her tip, just wanting her to feel her squirm and rub against his soaked briefs in a way that feels messy. Kind of sticky and maybe it should feel gross, but he doesn't have that feeling at all. He just feels good, hot, and yet eager for more.
He takes in large breaths as their kiss ends, tongue swiping back his own lips and Adam's apple bobbing, Scott eagerly nodding and showing his full consent about going more. Going all the way. S-she doesn't have to say more, not when she's gripping her own lacy underwear and pulling them aside, showing her very core and getting his blood to pump further downward.]
I. I think we should too.
[His hands leave her breasts, instead trailing down the smooth skin of her hips and down to her thighs, squeezing temporarily before he hurries over to his own briefs, being far more rough with himself in tugging them down until his erection is free from its confines and pointing up-- already hard and pulsing those wet droplets that have stained cloth earlier. He grips himself, fingers squeezing his base, with the other sliding back to her thigh to keep it spread and leaving her exposed.]
You okay. Just like this? [Without a condom. Without anything else. He asks, just to be sure, even though his hand is squeezing his hard penis and blushing nearly red.]
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He takes in large breaths as their kiss ends, tongue swiping back his own lips and Adam's apple bobbing, Scott eagerly nodding and showing his full consent about going more. Going all the way. S-she doesn't have to say more, not when she's gripping her own lacy underwear and pulling them aside, showing her very core and getting his blood to pump further downward.]
I. I think we should too.
[His hands leave her breasts, instead trailing down the smooth skin of her hips and down to her thighs, squeezing temporarily before he hurries over to his own briefs, being far more rough with himself in tugging them down until his erection is free from its confines and pointing up-- already hard and pulsing those wet droplets that have stained cloth earlier. He grips himself, fingers squeezing his base, with the other sliding back to her thigh to keep it spread and leaving her exposed.]
You okay. Just like this? [Without a condom. Without anything else. He asks, just to be sure, even though his hand is squeezing his hard penis and blushing nearly red.]