[She scoffs loudly, even she she presses her hands firm against his chest, leaning her weight forward, perfectly aware of what a view that gives him. She's already a bit of a mess, with scratches down her legs and her skin shining with sweat, her cunt soaked and her breasts pert as she shudders in pleasure.]
Sorry, who was it who threw a fit when the other stopped? Who was it that growled and stomped his foot and couldn't last thirty seconds of being edged? Oh, yes-- it was you, wasn't it?
[One hand lifts, her fingers sliding gently over his lips, a patronizing parody of sweetness.]
Don't try and play at superiority, Mr. Wolf. If you can't handle something as tame as that, there's an awful lot you're not going to be able to deal with when it comes to me.
[But he's right in that she's impatient. And he's absolutely right that she's wanted him in her since the first time they met. God, she would have happily let him hoist her up against the wall that first day, because there's something about Bigby Wolf that sets off all her buttons and leaves her equally eager to shut him up and fuck him. But still she glares down at him, hating him for being so smug. Her nails dig into his chest as her hips rock back-- slow at first, but within a few seconds her pace quickens, her hips rocking back harder and harder. Her head ducks down, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to stop herself from gasping out the moans and whimpers that she so desperately wants to let loose. He's going to have to fuck those out of her; for now, he ought to appreciate the sight of her bouncing on his prick, her breasts rising and falling as she gives this her all.
She drops down hard on him again and again and again, a muffled wail sounding each time she slams her hips down, her whole body feeling as though it's on fire for how she's fucking herself on him. More, and she arches her back, spreading her legs wider so she can sink down even further, taking him in deep and rotating her hips around.]
one day we'll boomerang and it'll be glorious
Sorry, who was it who threw a fit when the other stopped? Who was it that growled and stomped his foot and couldn't last thirty seconds of being edged? Oh, yes-- it was you, wasn't it?
[One hand lifts, her fingers sliding gently over his lips, a patronizing parody of sweetness.]
Don't try and play at superiority, Mr. Wolf. If you can't handle something as tame as that, there's an awful lot you're not going to be able to deal with when it comes to me.
[But he's right in that she's impatient. And he's absolutely right that she's wanted him in her since the first time they met. God, she would have happily let him hoist her up against the wall that first day, because there's something about Bigby Wolf that sets off all her buttons and leaves her equally eager to shut him up and fuck him. But still she glares down at him, hating him for being so smug. Her nails dig into his chest as her hips rock back-- slow at first, but within a few seconds her pace quickens, her hips rocking back harder and harder. Her head ducks down, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to stop herself from gasping out the moans and whimpers that she so desperately wants to let loose. He's going to have to fuck those out of her; for now, he ought to appreciate the sight of her bouncing on his prick, her breasts rising and falling as she gives this her all.
She drops down hard on him again and again and again, a muffled wail sounding each time she slams her hips down, her whole body feeling as though it's on fire for how she's fucking herself on him. More, and she arches her back, spreading her legs wider so she can sink down even further, taking him in deep and rotating her hips around.]