[ It's fun in a way Steve is still getting used to with Billy and Eddie both, smirking when they find a way to move together that lets Billy misbehave. A flame of something rushes up Steve's back as Billy goads her and she decides to be less nice, more forceful, snatching up his wrists (as much as she likes the attention to her clit, it's mind-meltingly distracting) to pin them to the couch behind his head, rolling her hips and groaning as she controls the pace. Hard and deep, making her thighs tense and breasts bounce, but it's doubly satisfying to be the one controlling the way Billy gets to fuck. ]
You think I have nothing left to prove? That's sweet.
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You think I have nothing left to prove? That's sweet.