[After the cool touch of Jester’s skin, the heat of her cunt as he presses inside her is enough to turn his soft groan into a gasp. There’s no part of him that runs any hotter than tepid, and the sudden spike of unexpected heat is nearly overwhelming.
But it doesn’t stop him from wanting more, from gripping one freckled thigh to hitch her hips higher against him as he leans over her body, his eyes aglow with what he spies in her expression.]
Ohh… you’re so hot...
[Mischief mingles with the lust in his gaze as he draws back just enough for an experimental thrust, one that has his fangs digging into the soft skin of his lip. Then he fucks into her again and begins to find his rhythm, his hand still firm on her thigh, stretching low over her so his lips can find her shoulder, her collarbone, her neck.]
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But it doesn’t stop him from wanting more, from gripping one freckled thigh to hitch her hips higher against him as he leans over her body, his eyes aglow with what he spies in her expression.]
Ohh… you’re so hot...
[Mischief mingles with the lust in his gaze as he draws back just enough for an experimental thrust, one that has his fangs digging into the soft skin of his lip. Then he fucks into her again and begins to find his rhythm, his hand still firm on her thigh, stretching low over her so his lips can find her shoulder, her collarbone, her neck.]