He Squeezes Her Thigh, Sliding His Hand Upwards To Grip Her Jaw Delicately As He Turns His Head To Meet

she has to supress a grin at his answer, knowing then and there that her work would be easy. it always was with the inexperienced ones, the virginal ones that would tremble under her every touch. she nods once, thumb stroking over the head of his cock. "you can touch me anywhere you like, my prince. though if you want to know how to please your future bride, you should start by touching here." she takes his hand, sliding it up over her breast.

Alastair felt Selaena’s eyes on him as he stroked himself, moaning softly as he felt her feminine hand embrace on his hardened member. He ached for her lips to be on his coc.k, having been told that was a pleasurable experience.

Alastair kissed the escort back, holding her close and embracing her lovingly for a moment. “Never,” he confessed, his cheeks flushing at his confession. He looked her over, coc.k twitching at the majesty of the sight. “You’re incredible,” Alastair whispered softly.

“May I touch you?” He asked innocently, wanting her consent.

he hums in response, eyes on the open road in front of them. one hand is settled on the steering wheel, the other on her thigh as he drives them towards chicago. he has plenty of contacts there, can keep doing his business there while still starting a fresh life with her. "like i'm gonna let anything happen to you, darlin'." his tone was rather unserious considering the fact that she was precious to him. his hand raises from her thigh, settling against her cheek as he gazes across at her. "oh yeah? how about you show me a little sneak peak of what my protection gets me."

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"I'm so fucking glad we're doing this" - Holly sighed relaxing back into her seat as Dante drove them somewhere, she didn't know where and frankly she didn't care. All that mattered is that she was with him. Left behind were her shitty husband, ungrateful kids and most of her belongings. Obviously she brought a few things with her but she didn't have a real need for most things. "And you promise you're going to keep me safe," she grinned turning towards him setting a hand on his leg. "Promise I'll make it very worth your while if you do."

"that hasn't really been my experience. you'd be surprised by how convincing my dick can be." he teased, chaffing against the idea of taking responsibility for what was inherently his fault. he sighs, scratching the back of his neck as he walks towards her, hands gripping her waist and squeezing gently. "look baby, i'd much rather be spending my night with you like we'd planned. but when work calls with a situation, it's that life and death shit that i gotta deal with."

“ you know, you can’t fuck your way out of situations like this. out of me being mad. ” word was delivered on bitter wave, one that crashed against her tongue and flooded her mouth with the accosting taste of the resentment she was bottling. ‘mad’ was an understatement, an almost comical one given her current state of mind. “ my one fucking free night in ages and you promised me we would go out… spend time together. but i guess i’m the dumb one for thinking you’d make good on that, huh. ”

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . f . girlfriend, wife, co-worker, fwb, step sister/daughter, .

“just get the fucking job done.” he snapped into the phone before hanging up, letting out a long sigh. his kind of business never ceased, even when he’d rather be curled up in bed with her. turning towards her, he flashed her a smile before brushing her hair out of her face, leaning in to kiss her. “sorry, babe.” he rolled onto his knees in front of her, finally spreading her thighs as he keeps his phone in hand, back in the position they’d been in before he’d answered his phone. “now pull your panties aside for me. i wanna see that pretty little pussy.”

he loved the way that she responded to him. she knew exactly what he liked to hear when it came to being in bed together, knowing that the key to her own pleasure was stroking his ego. "my woman. my pretty pussy." he presses a kiss t her inner thigh again, chuckling as she pushes his head back down, letting his breathe skim across her opening as he listens to her beg. he can feel his cock hardening further against the mattress, fingers digging into her thighs as he pulls her a little closer, mouth lowering down to run his tongue through her folds. "i'm gonna give it to you baby. gonna give you everything you need." he licks through her slit again before closing his lips around her clit, sucking softly.

There was nothing wrong with him being possessive, she loved it honestly. Yet he didn't need a picture of it to know how good it looked. Plus a photo wouldn't be as good as the real thing. "Yes baby all yours," she purred running her fingers through his hair. "I do I need it." She whined, faking it a little but giving him the encouragement he needed. When he popped his head up she smirked before forcing his head back down between her thighs so she could roll her eyes. "Please Arthur, I need it. I need you. Look at this pretty pussy... it's all yours to eat up as much as you like." While she wasn't completely pretending he knew he preferred it the more desperate she sounded for him.

manny montana as rio ♠ 4.08 broken toys

"she was flirting with you is the difference. i may trust you entirely, but that doesn't mean people are allowed to flirt with you like we're not married." sometimes she lets them live, just has them maimed a little rather than killed, but this one had most certainly deserved it from the way she had touched her husband's bicep. she exhales softly, his arms around her causing the stress of her day to simply melt away. isabelle plays with his hair idly, humming as she smiles. "would you rather they learn the truth and the pair of us ended up behind bars for 25 to life? not to mention if you didn't enjoy the trouble i bring, you never would have married me." her nose brushes against his own, hands sliding down from around his neck to find his belt buckle as she begins undoing it. "however will i thank you for that, darling?"

they're a dangerous pair. someone in the world of crime and someone in the world of law enforcement. all of his training in the academy should've told him to run far from isabelle. yet here he is, married to her and never thinking that they can be apart. "more subtle? if she even smiled my way when i wasn't looking you would've thought that she was flirting with me." although he has to give his wife the benefit of the doubt. the intern had been wanting to fuck him, he just never gave her the time of day. he wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close as he returns the kiss. "i know, that's part of the trouble. anyone that gets too close to the truth, i can expect will end up dead." not that he's complaining. he pulls back from the kiss, rolling his eyes. "yeah? well they're not going to give you any trouble anymore. they're behind bars for twenty-five years."

i'm rewatching obi-wan and if i end up with a ewan mcgregor muse bc of it, then what