[ Time will tell what clarity would do for a man whose never had the luxury of touching someone this way. Especially when the forbidden fruit has never tasted so sweet; part of him even wonders if he winds up playing game at all, will any taste as good as this "First". It all depends on just how conveniently close that ↑ button was within his reach. He wasn't even sure if he could still keep going by the time she's given him his first orgasm. But if he can keep riding this high, forgetting bit by bit about where they were and living in what may as well have been a dream, what was stopping them from going all the way back up?
He wants more. He doesn't even deny her when she asks if he'd been thinking about her this way from the get go. Fine. Fine. Frustrated as he was, LOST as he was, she was an attractive young woman, even in just passing her by. Is that what she wanted to hear? More than just a passing comment that she looked good, despite the fact he invited her up to avoid a killer line? That she was beautiful? Gorgeous? Hot as fuck? Breaking down every little layer between them until she found a man that didn't know just how starved he was until he got a taste of her? He needs to be careful? She's the one that stands a very good chance of being devoured by this beast in human clothing. ]
Helluva fucking thing to not— Ahh— plan for.
[ The visual and physical stimulation of her giving the tips of his fingers a good long suck does wonders for having his libido firing on all cylinders. How the hell did Weiss make him jealous of his own goddamn fingers?! She makes them look so sweet, and it feeds those ideas, of him riding a little higher back on his chair of theirs until she was cutely nestled between his legs. There's a longer and harder treat she could suck on, making her lips 'pop!' while he rapidly throbs as if he were on the brink of cumming already. He can feel Weiss' thighs shaking now, and they've hit a new plateau together as her breasts squish against his chest.
Not so much a prayer, but a command. Two of them back to back as her ass is pointed up in his peripheral view as she rides his dick at an angle that drags so much better. She was tight before, but his cock feels like it's almost bending some for her as she'd feel both those larger hands of his riding up the back of her skirt, taking a possessive hold of her ass and squeezing real good. If he had the wherewithal, he might have let those panties ride up like a thong so she could feel the contrast of bare and glove on her cheeks more.
"Harder, Ragna."
All she had to do now was hold on for dear life because as his legs spread just a bit more, he finds himself riding up on the balls of his feet now as he gives her exactly that, repeating that same wild buck of a thrust fluidly, harder this time. Again. Do it again, Ragna. Close your eyes and lose yourself in all of her. ] Fuck, like that...?
[ Hammering home so deep? That thudding sensation as his cock pressures her core so deep and claims her over and over? Until it wasn't just this tight little pussy that he'd never forget, but reminding Weiss where she could go if she was missing the best seat in the house? ]
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He wants more. He doesn't even deny her when she asks if he'd been thinking about her this way from the get go. Fine. Fine. Frustrated as he was, LOST as he was, she was an attractive young woman, even in just passing her by. Is that what she wanted to hear? More than just a passing comment that she looked good, despite the fact he invited her up to avoid a killer line? That she was beautiful? Gorgeous? Hot as fuck? Breaking down every little layer between them until she found a man that didn't know just how starved he was until he got a taste of her? He needs to be careful? She's the one that stands a very good chance of being devoured by this beast in human clothing. ]
Helluva fucking thing to not— Ahh— plan for.
[ The visual and physical stimulation of her giving the tips of his fingers a good long suck does wonders for having his libido firing on all cylinders. How the hell did Weiss make him jealous of his own goddamn fingers?! She makes them look so sweet, and it feeds those ideas, of him riding a little higher back on his chair of theirs until she was cutely nestled between his legs. There's a longer and harder treat she could suck on, making her lips 'pop!' while he rapidly throbs as if he were on the brink of cumming already. He can feel Weiss' thighs shaking now, and they've hit a new plateau together as her breasts squish against his chest.
Not so much a prayer, but a command. Two of them back to back as her ass is pointed up in his peripheral view as she rides his dick at an angle that drags so much better. She was tight before, but his cock feels like it's almost bending some for her as she'd feel both those larger hands of his riding up the back of her skirt, taking a possessive hold of her ass and squeezing real good. If he had the wherewithal, he might have let those panties ride up like a thong so she could feel the contrast of bare and glove on her cheeks more.
"Harder, Ragna."
All she had to do now was hold on for dear life because as his legs spread just a bit more, he finds himself riding up on the balls of his feet now as he gives her exactly that, repeating that same wild buck of a thrust fluidly, harder this time. Again. Do it again, Ragna. Close your eyes and lose yourself in all of her. ] Fuck, like that...?
[ Hammering home so deep? That thudding sensation as his cock pressures her core so deep and claims her over and over? Until it wasn't just this tight little pussy that he'd never forget, but reminding Weiss where she could go if she was missing the best seat in the house? ]