Frustrated at being teased, she snaps her hips back and forth to keep a constant drag over Billy's cock, relentless about it as she half-glares, half-kisses him, torn between the two while taking away his physical autonomy. She makes herself breathless with it but it's so, so worth it for the way the power dynamic shift in her favour, shutting him up so all he can do is lose himself in the pleasure of her body as she takes care of him.
Steve bites Billy's lip, lashing it with a lick, all to mirror the way she rolls her hips to sink over the tip of his cock again and again. ]
[It doesn't take long to reduce Billy to nothing but grunts and pants, half-hearted complaints and more sincere needy whines. It doesn't take much either; he's always liked watching a girl ride him. Liked the way they would bounce on his dick, the way they might lose themselves chasing their own pleasure: it's different with Steve. Steve's making a point, he thinks. Steve's giving him a taste of that old competitive nature that made him so popular.
Billy's half in love already, he might be the other way there by the end of this.
Still, there's a point - a point where he's gritting his teeth, forcing his hips to stay slow, or still, where he twitches under her hands, itching to grab and touch. He distracts himself with kissing her, and its enough until it isn't. The little aggressions set his blood hot, awaken that thing inside of him that likes to be mean, that likes to win.
But he can ask nicely, first. He can be her good boy.] Let me touch you, Stevie. Let me, please.
[ Stevie. It's cute, she likes the nickname that he whines as she rides him to distraction and decides it's worth letting him have his way. She releases her grip on his wrists to wrap her arms around his neck and arch in, soft heavy breasts hemming Billy in, the way Steve gasps and bucks down with less of a controlled rhythm telling tales about her stamina. It feels way too good, different to having sex as a man, but incredible in its own way. ]
Keep going, don't stop, don't stop, I'm almost ...
[The small victories are reduced down to coherent sentences, in the end. He grabs at her ass with one hand, snaps his hips up hard, fast, catches his lip with his teeth as he sinks down a little, thighs spreading.
The other thumb sneaks back down, settles at her clit and circles slow, mostly there to let her grind against with each roll of her hips. He’s close too; can feel it pooling in his gut, in the frantic way he wants to rail into her until they’re blurred together.
He grunts, half buries his face in her tits while leaning forward to mouth at her throat. ] Come on, come for me baby - I’ve got you -
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Frustrated at being teased, she snaps her hips back and forth to keep a constant drag over Billy's cock, relentless about it as she half-glares, half-kisses him, torn between the two while taking away his physical autonomy. She makes herself breathless with it but it's so, so worth it for the way the power dynamic shift in her favour, shutting him up so all he can do is lose himself in the pleasure of her body as she takes care of him.
Steve bites Billy's lip, lashing it with a lick, all to mirror the way she rolls her hips to sink over the tip of his cock again and again. ]
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Billy's half in love already, he might be the other way there by the end of this.
Still, there's a point - a point where he's gritting his teeth, forcing his hips to stay slow, or still, where he twitches under her hands, itching to grab and touch. He distracts himself with kissing her, and its enough until it isn't. The little aggressions set his blood hot, awaken that thing inside of him that likes to be mean, that likes to win.
But he can ask nicely, first. He can be her good boy.] Let me touch you, Stevie. Let me, please.
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Keep going, don't stop, don't stop, I'm almost ...
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[The small victories are reduced down to coherent sentences, in the end. He grabs at her ass with one hand, snaps his hips up hard, fast, catches his lip with his teeth as he sinks down a little, thighs spreading.
The other thumb sneaks back down, settles at her clit and circles slow, mostly there to let her grind against with each roll of her hips. He’s close too; can feel it pooling in his gut, in the frantic way he wants to rail into her until they’re blurred together.
He grunts, half buries his face in her tits while leaning forward to mouth at her throat. ] Come on, come for me baby - I’ve got you -